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.

The slave seller chuckled, "Ah, you have an eye for detail. Indeed, she was the former Queen of Elyndor. They don't come more regal than her." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "But as you can see, we have prepared her for a life of submission. A life where she will serve and obey... just like any other slave."

The cunning in his words did not escape Liora; she knew exactly what he was implying. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, mixing pleasure with pain. She shifted restlessly, arching her back slightly to emphasize her breasts and piercings, unconsciously asking for attention.

"Well," Reza said at last, taking another step closer to the cage. "She seems fit enough... and very well prepared." His voice held a note of appreciation as he surveyed Liora

Liora remained silent as the potential buyer approached her cage. She could feel his gaze raking over her body, taking in every detail. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear, unsure of what he might decide. But a part of her reveled in the attention, eager for him to claim her as his own.

As Reza stepped closer, she held her breath, waiting for his touch. The air between them seemed charged with desire and dominance. Even though she knew it was only an act, a game they both were playing, Liora couldn't help but feel the thrill of submission course through her veins.

"Hmm... You are quite something," he murmured finally, his voice low and rough as if against his will. "Perhaps I could give you a home after all." His hand brushed lightly over her pierced nipple, sending waves of pleasure-pain shooting through

Liora's golden eyes snapped open as the thick cloth was finally removed. She squinted in the sudden brightness, her pupils constricting. The first thing she saw was his face looming over hers, and instinctively, she lowered her head in submission. Her lips parted slightly, eager to taste him, but only on his command. "L-Liora," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "What an interesting name you have." He leaned closer still, their breaths mingling as he examined her face more closely. "Do you think it suits you now?"

"I am Liora, your humble servant now," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "My past life means nothing compared to the chance at pleasure and purpose you offer me." Her gaze remained fixed on his face, pleading silently for him to believe her. She could feel herself growing wetter at his touch, a testament to the truth of her words.

"I will be whatever you desire," she continued, a note of desperation tingeing her voice. "Please... take me with you and make me yours." The begging was foreign to her; it went against everything she once stood for. But in this moment, as a slave, it was the only way to survive... and perhaps, find some semblance of happiness.

The slave seller paused for dramatic effect before replying, "This queen-turned-sow is priced at two gold coins." His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he waited for Reza's response.

Liora held her breath, hoping that Reza would find the price reasonable and agree to purchase her. Her body trembled slightly as she waited in agony, desperate for the moment when he would finally claim her as his own.

As the final coin clinked against the iron bars, a rush of adrenaline coursed through Liora's veins. She knew she was his now; the slave trader finished their business and left them alone in the cell. With shaking hands, Reza reached out to stroke her cheek, his thumb gently tracing the outline of her pierced lips. "I will take good care of you, my pet," he murmured softly. "And in return... I expect you to serve me loyally."

A shudder ran through Liora's body at his touch, followed by a wash of relief and gratitude. Even though she knew this life was no substitute for the power and purpose she once held, she would do everything within her limited means to make Reza happy... because if he was satisfied with her service, it meant she might survive just a little while longer in this dark world

Her eyes misted over with unshed tears as she nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master," she whispered, the word tasting strange and foreign on her lips. "I will call you 'Master' from now on." She lowered her head in submission, the piercings on her nipples jangling softly with each movement as they seemed to cry out for his touch.

"Good girl," he purred, seemingly satisfied by her response. His rough hand slipped between their bodies, tracing the wetness at her cleft before skimming lightly over her aching clit. "Now show me how grateful you are to have a new master."

His touch ignited a fire within her, and with renewed determination, she obeyed his command. Kneeling on the cold floor, she lowered herself onto all fours and began to crawl towards where he led. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth with each movement, the weight of her chains clanking softly against the stone. Behind her, her blindfold rustled as she forced herself not to look back at him, focusing only on pleasing her new master.

As they exited the slave market, Liora's heart skipped a beat. The world outside was unfamiliar and strange, but for the first time in months, hope flared within her chest. If she could make Reza happy... perhaps she wouldn't be treated as poorly as she had been since her capture. Maybe there would be a chance at some sort of life, even if it was one spent solely

As she obeyed his command and barked loudly at the passersby, Liora felt a mixture of shame and arousal course through her. Each thrusting movement of her hips on the hard ground emphasized the piercings on her nipples and clit, adding to the sensation of being violated yet desired. She growled low in her throat, trying to block out the insults and jeers from those around them as she focused entirely on Reza.

Despite their treatment, she found herself feeling grateful for his presence. He was the first person who had shown any interest in her since being captured, and she would do whatever it took to make sure he remained satisfied... even if it meant continuing to crawl through the filth as a naked slave for him.

Her ears perked up at the praise, and she glanced up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He was the only one who mattered now; his pleasure and satisfaction were all that drove her. With renewed determination, Liora lowered herself back onto all fours and continued to crawl through the dirt and debris, barking and growling at anyone who dared look their way. As they finally reached Reza's home, she paused for a moment, panting heavily from exertion and arousal.

"You have pleased me this day," he said, cupping her chin in his hand. "Now get inside where you belong." Her heart raced as she waited for him to lead the way into their new life together, a life defined by submission... but perhaps also, just maybe, by some small measure of happiness.

Near tears of relief and gratitude, she allowed him to lead her into the room. Her body was sore from crawling on all fours and jostled by the chains she wore, but it didn't matter anymore. He had claimed her as his own, and that was all that mattered now. As he released her, she knelt at his feet, head bowed in submission, ready to serve and please him however he desired.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered hoarsely. "For giving me a home... even if it's as your slave." Her voice trembled with emotion, but there was no shame or self-pity in her words. Instead, there was only a desperate hope that perhaps she might find some small fragment of the life and purpose she once had.

"You may rise," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I have need of you elsewhere." She

Swallowing hard, Liora slowly rose to her feet. Her movements were hesitant and unsure, the chains clanking softly with each step she took. She crossed the room until she stood before him, bare and exposed once more. Lowering her head, she reached between her legs and began to touch herself, fingers gliding over her swollen folds as she arched her back in pleasure. Her hips rose and fell rhythmically, each thrust pushing her clit against his hand, begging for release.

"Look at me when you cum," he commanded hoarsely, his voice raw with lust. "Let me see your face as you pleasure yourself." Trembling, she obeyed, lifting her head to meet his gaze. Eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream of release, she came hard, body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Sobbing out her release, her entire body tensed as she came again and again, pleasure-pain coursing through her veins. Each orgasm was stronger than the last, leaving her panting and dazed as she finally collapsed to the floor, spent. She didn't even have the strength to reach for her chains; instead, she lay there, gaze fixed on Reza as he watched her with a hungry expression in his eyes.

"That was... impressive," he breathed, moving closer to kneel beside her. "You truly are quite the submissive." Liora felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, but it wasn't the fear or loathing she thought she would feel. It was something else entirely... a strange kind of excitement and anticipation for whatever came next.