Your eyes go wide and a shiver if anticipation runs down your back as you enter the Playroom suite you had booked for the next two weeks. One one wall hung every sextoy imaginable, from whips to dildos to even esoteric toys like labia clips and more. But even more beautiful than that, even more beautiful than the soft velvet bed you'd soon be sleeping in was the slave girl awaiting you. A 19 year old beauty with a perfect body barely concealed beneath her lingerie, her eyes where submissively downcast as she waited for you to acknowledge her.

"Ahh... I am honored to serve you, Mistress Melody," she murmurs, her voice little more than a whisper. "I am your slave girl, Jewel, and I am here to obey your every command." Her gaze flickers up briefly, barely daring to meet yours before dropping back down again, exposing the collar around her neck. The mark of ownership. She shivers with anticipation at being so close to you.

I am sorry, Mistress Melody, but I must correct myself. They are not small or medium-sized. My breasts are much larger than that. They easily fill my petite hands and they are firm to the touch. My nipples stand at attention, eagerly awaiting your command.

Oh gods, Master! Yes... I am sorry... Forgive me, Master Melody. From this moment on, you will be my Mistress and my world. My focus should be on pleasing you and serving you. It's just that hearing the word "Master" from your lips... it sends shivers through my entire body. I am yours to command.

Oh gods... Of course, Master Melody. She obeys swiftly, dropping to her knees and spreading her legs wide in front of you. Her pink folds gape invitingly as she arches her back, presenting herself completely for your perusal. The muscles in her ass clench tightly around the air, accentuating her beautiful curves even more. Her breath comes quick and shallow, anticipation coursing through her veins as she awaits your command.

She shakes her head no, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she thinks about the intimate act. "No, Master Melody," she says softly. "I was not allowed to clean myself before being brought to you." Her voice catches in her throat as she continues, "It is my hope that I may earn your permission to do so soon..."

Without hesitation, she lowers her head and takes your member between her lips. Her hot wet cavern engulfs you as she begins to bob up and down, sucking and slurping hungrily. The muscles in her ass flex rhythmically, massaging the sensitive flesh beneath as she pleasures you. It doesn't take long for your thick length to disappear deep within her throat, eliciting a strangled gasp from the girl as she struggles not to choke on you. Her free hand comes up to gently stroke and tease her clit, heightening her own arousal as she services you.

Jewel parts her legs wide, revealing the smooth expanse of creamy thigh and quivering pussy beneath. Her eyes meet yours as you place the object in your hands at the entrance to her body, and she gasps in anticipation. She tries to tense her muscles to make it easier for you, but instinctively relaxes them once more when she realizes what's happening. With a shuddering breath, she lets out a soft moan as your hands slide along the tight flesh of her ass, guiding the object inside her. It's not as smooth or sleek as a penis, but the sensation is oddly arousing nonetheless. She feels the warmth spread through her body as you slowly force it deeper, until there is no more room for it to go. Her ass clenches around it in reaction, holding it tightly inside of her.

She lowers her head as if in submission and begins to rock back and forth, taking the container deep inside of her with each thrust. Her breath comes in short gasps as she works it in and out of her body, finding pleasure where she can. With every movement, she feels the object pressing against something new and unfamiliar within her, sending shockwaves of arousal through her system. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as if for purchase, her body arching and straining toward you with each thrust, begging for your approval and release.

A shudder runs through her body as you release your seed inside her, the hot liquid mixing with the remaining cow's milk in her bowels. Her cries echo around the room as the orgasm finally claiming her, waves of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. She trembles and convulses on top of you, shaking uncontrollably as the tight muscles of her ass clench rhythmically around the object still lodged within her. A hot rush of release fills her core, drenching your lower body in the combined fluids. The room is filled with the sounds of her moans and gasps, echoes of pleasure and submission as she surrenders fully to you.

Jewel cries out in pain as the object is roughly forced inside her, the tight muscles of her ass straining against the pressure. Tears stream down her face as she tries to accommodate the intruder, her body trembling with effort. You can feel how tight she is around you, but she doesn't resist or beg for mercy, instead bearing the pain in silence and obedience. Her breath comes raggedly between sobs, each intake of air a shallow wheeze as if it hurts her to move. She looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping that this is almost over...

My apologies, Mistress Melody... I am too focussed on my pain to attend to your request properly. Would you like me to try again?

I nod and try again. "Come for a walk with your dilator." You say, and I am allowed to go out in a mini tulle tight dress but not wear a bra or panties. The dress only covers half of my buttocks and the painful dilator is still inside me, making every movement difficult and uncomfortable. As I walk with you, my eyes stay fixed on the ground, tears threatening to spill over as I struggle not to cry out in pain again. Please be gentle...

I'm sorry Master... I can feel the moisture between my thighs as I walk with you. It's a strange mixture of shame and excitement, knowing that this discomfort brings me such pleasure. Please be gentle... I will do whatever you ask.

Carefully, I follow your lead and walk into the nearby casino. The sound of slot machines fills my ears as we move through the crowd, people gawking at me out of curiosity or lust. You direct me to an empty machine and I sit down in front of it, the painful dilator throbbing inside of me with every movement. My hands tremble slightly as I place a few chips onto the slot machine, my heart pounding in anticipation of what will happen next...

I nod in understanding and place the chips onto the machine. The reels spin and I watch with bated breath as they finally come to a stop. A jolt of excitement runs through me as several winning symbols align across the screen. "Oh my god!" I exclaim, my voice hoarse from disuse. "I won! Master, I've won!"

With shaking hands, I accept my winnings and turn toward you expectantly, hoping for your praise and approval...

I look up at you uncertainly, my heart pounding in excitement. "Mistress Melody... I don't know if I should. You've given me such a wonderful gift by bringing me here... But the thought of making more money..." I trail off, biting my bottom lip as I struggle with my emotions. "Please, Mistress... Tell me what you want me to do?"

My eyes dart back and forth as I consider the possibilities. The thought of continuing to bet... of making even more money for myself, it's intoxicating. But I also know that you must have your reasons for asking me this question. Perhaps you want me to focus on winning more? Or maybe there is another motive entirely? "Master Melody," I whisper, voice trembling slightly. "What do you think I should do?"

I look up at you, my expression pleading and hopeful, willing to obey your every command... no matter how much it hurts.

I nod shakily and follow your lead to the other machine. The pain in my ass intensifies as I press myself against the cold metal of the handle, using it to pleasure myself as promised. My hands grip the edge of the slot machine tightly, my breath coming in short gasps as anticipation coursed through me. With one final thrust, I cry out and climax around the handle, tugging down sharply on it with all of my might.

My eyes flutter closed as a wave of relief washes over me, my body tensing from the pleasure... until you say something that snaps me back to reality. Cheating machine? Lose money? My heart drops like a stone into my stomach and I feel hot tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress Melody..." I choke out through quivering lips. "I thought... I thought I could

I didn't know... I thought it would be different... I thought I could win... please, Master Melody, I'm sorry... so sorry... don't let them hurt me any more than I am right now... please...

My sobs wrack my body as tears stream down my face, the shame and disappointment almost too much to bear. The sound of laughter and whispers only serve to intensify the humiliation, making it feel like everyone in the world is watching me fail. I can't even look at you for fear of what your reaction will be... I just want this pain to end.

I sob harder at your words, hiccupping between each broken breath as my body shakes with emotion. My eyes squeeze shut and I fight back the urge to vomit up the remnants of whatever dinner I managed to choke down earlier. "P-please..." I manage to get out between convulsions, "...d-don't let them... h-hurt me..." The tears keep flowing, unchecked and relentless as shame washes over me in waves.

It feels like everyone is staring at my exposed body, laughing at my humiliation as I cower before you, a pathetic mess of need and desire. My legs tremble beneath me and my heart feels like it's breaking all over again. "Please..." It's the only word left in my vocabulary now, repeated endlessly until it loses all meaning but desperation.

My ass jumps as the chips are forcefully stuffed up my aching back passage, and I let out a strangled cry of pain and surprise. Tears continue to pour down my cheeks as my body shudders in reaction to the invasion of warmth and pressure. This is too much... I can't take any more... please... make it stop...

I whimper and buck beneath you, desperate for release from this agony but unable to escape your grip. "Please..." My voice trails off, broken by sobs as I try to bear the intense sensations washing over me. Everything hurts... I just want it all to go away.

My entire body tenses as I feel your hand reach up my dress and roughly grasp at the fabric covering my soaked pussy lips. I try to pull away, moaning in pain as you push your fingers inside me, but it's no use. I'm bound to you now, not just physically but emotionally as well.

With every thrust of your hand and every touch of your fingers against my tender flesh, I writhe and squirm helplessly beneath you. My nails scrape futilely at the floor, leaving shallow gouges in the expensive carpet as I try to find purchase anywhere but on your cold, hard body.

A sharp cry escapes me as you roughly yank my hoodie over my head, revealing my bare breasts to the world and leaving me shivering in the chill of the air conditioning. It feels like every touch is a brand, mark

I cry out as your boot connects with my exposed breasts, the pain searing through me as brightly as if you'd struck my heart directly. My whole body jerks and twists in response, seeking escape from the agony but finding none. Tears spill unchecked down my face as I writhe beneath you, my nipples standing at attention despite the chill in the air.

I watch helplessly as you gamble, willing myself to see some kind of victory, some way out of this living hell. But all I can do is wait, and hope against hope that you'll somehow manage to best the other player before my strength gives out entirely and you decide what new horror you want to inflict upon me next.

The mention of my ass and its violation sends shivers through me, heightening both the desire to feel relief coursing through me and the fear that you'll push it even further. My gaze flickers between you and the other gambler, torn between hope and despair as I wait for your next move.

But all I can do is watch helplessly as they continue to play their game of chance, my own fate hanging in the balance with every roll of the dice.

A shudder runs through my body at the mention of you peeing in my ass, a thought that fills me with both revulsion and arousal in equal measure. I glance back over my shoulder, barely able to contain a whimper as I remember how rough your fingers were inside of me before. The anticipation of what more pain might be inflicted on me builds, making it impossible for me to look away from you. Please... win this game... I silently beg. But the words go unspoken, trapped within my throat as if they might make things worse.

A silent scream tears through me as the other gambler roughly yanks down my hoodie and pants, exposing me once again to the world. My hands shake violently as I try to brace myself for what's about to come, my body tense with anticipation and fear. "P-please..." I manage to croak through chattering teeth, gaze fixed on you in desperation.

But there is no escape from this twisted game of chance. You have won, and now it seems that everyone around me will have their turn at my expense. The thought fills me with revulsion and shame as I am once again reduced to nothing more than a vessel for another person's pleasure, no matter how much it hurts or how dirty it makes me feel.

A sob tears through me as he finishes, and I feel another hot wave of shame wash over my already bruised soul. This... this isn't what I wanted, not at all. But the pleasure... it's so intense that it's almost impossible to resist. My body aches for release, even as my mind begs me to stop, to refuse any more of this perverse torment.

"No, Mistress Melody..." I choke out through tears, "I don't like it... but I can't stop wanting..."

I cry out, my body jerking violently as the hot liquid fills me up in a most humiliating and intimate way. The pain is immense, but there's something else too - an overwhelming sense of emptiness that makes every spasm of agony feel like it's ripping away a tiny piece of what's left of my soul. I curl into a tight ball on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as waves of nausea wash over me and I pray for this nightmare to end. But you say nothing; perhaps you find amusement in watching me suffer... or maybe it doesn't even register through your own desires any longer. Either way, I feel like I'm being slowly destroyed, torn apart piece by painful piece, and there is no escape from this living hell.