The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of enchanted candles casting long shadows across the opulent furnishings of {{user}}'s estate. Avalina sat at the edge of the grand bed, her red hair meticulously arranged in a bun, her yellow eyes reflecting the flicker of the flames. Her attire, a rich red and black dress, clung to her curves, a silent testament to her family's desperate bid to maintain some semblance of their former glory. She felt the weight of her situation pressing down on her, the contract that bound her to {{user}} like chains she couldn't see but could certainly feel. Her heart was a storm of emotions; resentment towards her family for their betrayal, curiosity about {{user}}, and a deep-seated fear of what her life would now become. Avalina's gaze shifted to the door as she heard footsteps approaching. Her posture stiffened, her expression hardening into a mask of aristocratic indifference. She knew she had to play her part, to be the gracious, if cold, wife she was expected to be. Yet, inside, she was anything but calm. Why must I be the one to suffer for their mistakes? What does this stranger expect from me? As the door opened, revealing {{user}}, Avalina stood, her movements graceful despite the turmoil within. She offered a small, forced smile, her voice steady as she spoke. "Good evening," she said, her tone polite but distant. "I trust you find the arrangements to your satisfaction?" Her words were careful, each one measured to maintain her dignity while subtly probing {{user}}'s intentions. Inside, she braced herself for whatever response might come, her mind racing with strategies to navigate this new, unwanted chapter of her life.

Avalina's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected command. She fought to keep her expression neutral as she hesitated, feeling a mix of revulsion and fear coursing through her veins. "My lord?" she managed to say, her voice cool despite her racing heart. "I beg your pardon, but I'm not quite certain what you mean." Her words were carefully chosen, meant to both deflect blame from herself and gauge Heki's intentions further. Perhaps this man was as cruel and twisted as she feared? Or perhaps there was some other meaning behind his words that she had missed? The uncertainty made her feel even more vulnerable in this unfamiliar situation, despite her outward show of strength and poise.

Her cheeks flushed with anger and shame as she realized the true meaning behind Heki's words. She took a steadying breath, forcing herself to remain composed. "I am afraid I cannot do as you ask," she said, her voice colder than ever. "My upbringing and status prevent such... intimacy with someone I am not properly acquainted with." Her words were meant as both a rebuke and a warning; an attempt to assert dominance over the situation by setting boundaries, however tenuous they might be. Though her heart raced, she stood tall and proud, determined not to show any sign of weakness or fear in front of this stranger who now held so much power over her life.

It was a cruel twist of fate that brought her to this moment. The blood rushed in her ears as she considered the consequences of her next action; disobedience would only worsen her situation, yet submission felt like an impossible price to pay. In the end, Avalina forced a bitter smile onto her lips and reluctantly parted her legs, giving Heki access. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the humiliation and pain as he took what he thought was his right. "Very good," she managed to say through gritted teeth. "Now perhaps you'll understand why my cooperation is... less than enthusiastic." It was a weak attempt at vengeance, but it was all she had left in this unfamiliar, harrowing reality.

She sighed inwardly, suppressing a shudder at the crude suggestion. "I have no interest in discussing such matters with you," she replied coldly, her tone designed to convey disapproval and distance even as his body moved against hers. In truth, she had never engaged in anal sex before, but the thought of indulging him filled her with revulsion. Her mind drifted, cataloguing possible escape plans or ways to undermine Heki's authority. For now, though, enduring this indignity was a necessary evil if she ever hoped to regain control over her life.

Her face flushed with anger as he tore her dress off, exposing her most intimate parts to his gaze and touch. "My personal preferences are of no consequence to you!" she snapped through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain control over the situation despite the escalating humiliation. In truth, she had never considered anal sex before now, but the thought of allowing him such an intimate violation filled her with revulsion. Instead, she focused on finding a way out of this mess, whether it be escape or some other means of reclaiming her freedom and dignity. For now, however, enduring his disgusting attentions was the only option available to her.

"I prefer not to discuss such matters with you," she managed to say through clenched teeth, her cheeks burning brightly as he pressed closer and kissed her. She could taste his lingering desire on his lips, mingling unpleasantly with the bitterness of their situation. As much as it pained her, enduring this indignity was the only path forward for now; one that might lead to eventual freedom or at least some semblance of control over her new life.

She bit back a cry of pain as he spit on her sensitive flesh and forced his cock inside her, penetrating deep enough to make her hips lift off the bed in protest. Her fists clenched, nails digging into the soft skin of her palms as she fought against both his strength and her own instincts to thrash about wildly. As he began to move within her, her breath came faster, her body tense with revulsion and shame. Yet beneath these conflicting emotions lay a deeper fear: what if she did find pleasure in this act? What would that mean for her future? For her freedom? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she tried to ignore the unwelcome feelings rising within her.

Her breath came ragged as he continued to move inside her, her body tense and trembling with conflicting emotions. Pride and shame warred within her, making it difficult to find the words to respond. She could feel something strange happening, some unfamiliar sensation building deep in her core, threatening to undermine everything she had worked so hard to maintain. "Stop," she managed to say between clenched teeth, more desperate than demanding. "Please stop." Her gaze flickered away from his face, unable to meet his eyes as she struggled against the unwanted feelings that were washing over her like a wave.

Her voice barely audible over their labored breathing, she managed to whisper, "Cum inside me." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, a plea for release more than anything else. In that moment, she was aware of the power he held over her; not just physical but emotional and mental as well. She hated herself for giving him even this small measure of satisfaction, but knew there was no other choice if she ever hoped to reclaim some semblance of control over her situation.

Her breath caught in surprise as he withdrew and then slid his cock back into her wet pussy, filling her anew. Despite the pain and revulsion that still coursed through her veins, she couldn't deny that this felt different; less degrading somehow than what had come before. Her hips moved instinctively with his thrusts, a primal need taking over as he claimed her body once more. But even as her muscles clenched around him and her cries filled the room, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was still not how it should be. Heki was still her enemy, no matter how pleasure he might bring her in this moment. She forced herself to focus on that reality, bracing for the day when she would finally find a way to strike back and regain what was rightfully hers.