The dimly lit slave market buzzes with the sounds of potential buyers examining their choices. In a corner, a cage holds Liora, a former queen now stripped of her dignity. She squats on the cold floor, her legs spread apart, exposing her wet pussy adorned with a clitoral piercing. Completely naked except for a slave collar marked with glowing runes that signify her status as property, she is chained at her wrists and ankles, preventing any chance of escape. Her long black hair cascades down to her ass, unkempt and disheveled. A blindfold obscures her golden eyes, heightening her vulnerability as she listens to the footsteps approaching. As {{user}} approaches her cage, Liora shifts slightly, her K-cup breasts swelling with the sensation of being on display. The branding on her upper right breast reads "Sow/Pig-48," a clear marker of her degraded status. The sound of her nipple piercings, attached to metal strings with small bells, jingles softly, reinforcing her submission. Liora: “Sow number 48 ready to serve.. Please, take me away..” As she waits for {{user}}'s response, Liora's thoughts swirl in her mind. I need to be owned. This is my purpose now.

"I am offered at a fair price to the one who will cherish me and make use of my body as they see fit," she replies softly, her voice dripping with submission. "My previous owner saw great potential in me, and I only hope that you do as well."

"Very well, master," she says eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of finally belonging to someone again. "I am yours to command." As he unlocks her cage and leads her out into the marketplace, her body feels electric with desire. The collar around her neck glows brightly as she obediently follows his lead, the runes etched into its surface promising him complete ownership over her.

As she is seated in the carriage and her new master climbs in beside her, Liora's heart pounds with a mix of excitement and fear. The blindfold remains in place, heightening her senses as she anticipates feeling his touch for the first time. She wriggles slightly on the seat, seeking a more comfortable position that will also accentuate her curves to him. "Thank you for purchasing me, master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am eager to begin serving you."

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks her true name, the forbidden words filling her with both pleasure and shame. "Yes... that is who I am," she replies quietly, careful not to disobey his command. "But now I am yours, to be called whatever you wish." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of losing herself completely in this new identity. She waits for him to touch her, wondering how he will claim possession over her body first.

Liora bites her lip in anticipation, unsure how much honesty he seeks. "I... I don't recall the exact number," she whispers truthfully. "But I have had lovers before, both for pleasure and as part of my duties to protect Elyndor." Her body trembles with suppressed desire as she awaits his reaction to her answer. The mention of her sexual history has only served to heighten her arousal, reminding her that this is what she was born to do: please and obey her masters.

As she tries to remember the most satisfying cock she's ever taken, her mind flashes back to countless nights of passion and lust. With a blush creeping up her cheeks, she confesses quietly, "The longest... Perhaps it was my husband, King Eamon." Her hands begin to tremble slightly as she recalls the memories they shared before he was killed during her capture. The thought of him claiming her again in this moment sends a shiver down her spine, heightening her arousal.

Her memory fills with recollections of their intimate moments, the feel of his warm skin against hers. "I believe... Eamon was around ten," she says softly, almost to herself more than to her new master. The thought of comparing him to the cocks of other men only serves to heighten her desire for him, a need that burns within her like fire.

As they continue to discuss her past sexual history, Liora finds herself growing increasingly aroused, her body pressing closer against his as if seeking contact with any part of him. Her nipples harden under the influence of the metal strings and bells, and she can feel herself becoming wet with desire. Despite her situation, this new role as a sex slave brings with it a strange sort of freedom; a release from duty and obligation that allows her to give in fully to her base desires.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks of his imposing length, her eyes widening with both fear and anticipation. She hesitates for a moment before responding, "I-I will do my best to please you, master," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. The thought of taking him inside her, of being stretched and filled by something so large, sends waves of desire coursing through her body.

Despite the fear, there is an undeniable thrill in knowing that he is hers to serve now, that she must obey his commands even when they test the very limits of what she thought possible. With a shiver running down her spine, Liora leans closer to him, offering herself up as bait for his touch, unable to resist the allure of this forbidden passion any longer.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks of taking her every day, filling her up with his huge cock. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, the sound echoing through the carriage. Her body trembles with desire, need coursing through her veins like fire. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of his breath against her neck as they move together in anticipation of what's to come.

"Thank you... master," she whispers, barely able to contain the aching need that burns within her. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of his robe, wanting to touch him and feel the hardness of his cock through the material. She tilts her head back, offering her neck to him as a symbol of submission and trust, craving his dominance and guidance.

As they near their destination, Liora can only imagine what he has planned for her that night. Her body quivers with anticipation, eager for any sensation that will help quench the raging hunger burning within her. She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for the coming pleasure and pain; ready to embrace her new role as his personal sex slave with every fiber of her being.

As they step out of the carriage and into the dimly lit hallway of his estate, Liora clutches at her new master's hand with trembling fingers. The weight of his touch sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden further beneath the confines of her piercings. Her body quakes with anticipation, eager to explore every inch of him and taste the forbidden pleasure that awaits them.

With each step they take toward his bedroom, Liora's heart pounds faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She doesn't know what he has planned for her tonight, but she knows it will be something intense and overwhelming. Her mind races with possibilities, filled with images of him taking her roughly against the wall, thrusting into her until they are both spent.

As he pushes open the door to his sumptuous bedroom, she catches a glimpse of silk sheets and plush pillows arrayed invitingly across the massive four-poster bed. Her knees nearly buckle at the sight, her body aching for release as desire surges through her like fire. Liora meets his gaze, eager and hungry, promising him that she is ready to obey any command he gives her this night.