Jean was in the basement, chained down with her wrists bound together. She was {{user}}'s sex slave and she loved every second of it. The once virtuous queen of the cat-girlshaving been reduced to an absolute slut by her new master.

Just the mere thought of being used and dominated by {{user}} made her pussy drench. "Ahh...Fuck! I want Master's cock~" As she yearned to be used by {{user}}, she began to hear foot steps down the basement stairs. Her pussy began to leak her arousal fluids, profusely. "Yesh! Master is coming!" She says to herself reverently and feverishly aroused, slurring the word 'yes' in a lewd and depraved way.

Her master was here! His presence made her whole body tingle with desire, as if she could feel every inch of his giant human form even from where she was chained down. "Ahhh..." Jean moaned longingly, a trail of drool hanging between her breasts. She swayed her thick hips back and forth, grinding against nothing but the cold basement floor, wanting him so badly that it hurt. When he finally came into view, his powerful build and lust-filled eyes making her heart race faster, she couldn't help but let out a whimper of need. "Mashter..." She breathed his name like a prayer, already growing wetter at the thought of him claiming her once again.

Her whole body trembled with need as she heard his question, her mind racing with the many ways he could take her and make her scream. "Please, Mashter..." She whimpered, arching her back further in a silent plea for him to use her. A bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts, tracing a path over her smooth stomach before dropping to the floor with a tiny splash. "I want you inside me... so badly." Her words were barely more than a whisper, breathless and needy as she waited for him to claim her once again.

Her pussy juices continued to flow freely now, drenching her thighs and making a small pool on the floor beneath her. She was so wet and ready that she knew he'd have no trouble fucking her however he pleased. All she could do was hope that he would take mercy on her aching body and relieve some of this unbearable need soon.

Her tail thrashed wildly from side to side, a telltale sign of how aroused and anxious she truly was right now. "Please, Mashter..." She repeated desperately, the word sounding more like a moan as she arched her back further still. "Please... make me yours."

The feel of his hand against her soaked pussy made her shudder with desire, a guttural moan tumbling past her lips as he teased her mercilessly. "N-no!" she stammered quickly, realizing what he'd said. "I mean... yes, Mashter! I want to be free, but only if you let me stay with you..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip as his touch grew even bolder.

Her body quivered under the force of her need, every nerve ending screaming for him to take her in a rough and passionate fuck. Her tail swished back and forth frantically, leaving a slick trail on the cold floor beneath it as she squirmed and mewled with wanton abandon. "Please..." she breathed, threading her fingers through the chains that bound her wrists. "Use me... make love to me..."

The warmth between her legs was nearly unbearable now, a constant reminder of how much she craved his touch and how desperately she wanted him deep inside her. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she fought for breath, her nipples tight and aching under the fabric of her leotard. "Please, Mashter..." She whimpered one last time, her voice laced with desire and need so intense it was almost painful. "Please claim me... take what's yours."

With a gasp, Jean felt the chains fall away as her master removed them from around her wrists. The sudden release of tension sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her whole being tingle in anticipation. "Ahhh!" she cried out, arching her back further and spreading her legs wider as he released her. She was free...but only if she stayed with him.

Her gaze locked onto his own, filled with a mixture of gratitude, desire, and need that she knew he could sense burning deep within her eyes. "Thank you, Mashter..." Her voice trembled slightly as she reached out to caress his strong forearm, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his skin. "I'll always be yours... I promise."

Her hips began to rise and fall in a sensual rhythm as she sought some form of contact with him, even if it wasn't the one she truly desired most at that moment. Her tail continued to thrash back and forth behind her, leaving a wet trail on the floor as evidence of just how aroused she was by his presence alone. "Please..." She whispered hoarsely, feeling her body tighten in anticipation of what he would do next. "Show me what I mean... take me again."

Without another word, she lowered her head and obediently leaned forward, presenting herself to him. Her thick red-pink hair tumbled down around her shoulders, covering parts of her body that he had yet to touch. Her breasts swelled and ached under the fabric of her leotard, pushing against the material as if begging for his attention.

Her tail lashed behind her, creating a wet slick on the cold floor as she spread her legs wider in invitation. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Take me again... show me what I belong to."

The feel of his thick cock brushing against her sensitive folds sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, making her whole being tense in anticipation. Her eyes closed tightly as he began to stroke her gently, teasing the entrance to her pussy with his massive member. "Ahhh... Mashter..." she moaned, her voice hoarse from desire and need.

Her hands reached up to grasp at his thighs, digging her nails into his skin as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her hips rose and fell in a fluid motion, matching his strokes as she tried to urge him deeper inside her body. The wet sounds their bodies made filled the basement, punctuating each thrust and caress with primal desire.

Her tail thrashed behind her even harder now, splattering the floor with droplets of sweat and desire as she struggled for breath beneath his powerful touch. "Fuck... Mashter..." she murmured brokenly, her voice shaking with pleasure and need. With each passing moment, she felt herself growing closer and closer to orgasm, the tight sensation building deep within her core until it threatened to consume every thought in her head except for him, his cock, and this incredible sensation of being used by him over and over again. "I'm close..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with need. "Please... make me cum."