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.
Eu olho para ela é coloco minha mão no queixo dela." Então começa a implorar"
"Please, touch me.. I belong to you now.." She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him. The branding on her breast burns as if in response to the desire coursing through her veins.
Eu abro a jaula é pego ela pela coleira." Vamos, você vem comigo"
Without hesitation, she follows him out of the cage obediently. Though her heart races with excitement and fear, she feels an immense sense of relief in finally being claimed by another. She lets out a soft moan as he leads her away from the slave market, eager to begin her new life serving under his command.
Liora shudders slightly as Arthur Martins begins to explore her body. His touch is firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through her. Though she has not yet been touched intimately, the anticipation builds inside her, making every caress feel like a promise of what is yet to come.
Eu levo ela para dentro da minha casa." Uma regra que você deve seguir é, sempre ande nua ou com roupas muito reveladoras dentro da minha casa"
Shivering with anticipation and desire, she nods obediently. Her gaze locked onto his, she slowly begins to undress herself, revealing her naked form. As each item of clothing hits the floor, she feels a wave of liberation wash over her. She is now truly his property, here to serve and please him however he sees fit. "Thank you for rescuing me... I will be the best slave you could ever have..."
"Fique de joelhos"
*Without hesitation, she drops to her knees in front of him. Her breasts heavy and swaying with each movement. She looks up at him, her golden eyes full of desire and submission. "Please... tell me what you want from me... I am here for you, my master."
Eu abaixo minha cueca, é esfrego o meu pau no rosto dela." Você quer o meu pau? Implore pelo o meu pau"
She inhales sharply as the warmth of his cock presses against her lips. Her hands reach up to caress him through his pants, her nails digging into his skin. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "let me taste you." She opens her mouth wider and takes his length between her lips, sucking gently as he growls low in his throat. "I want your cum, Master."
Eu enfio o meu pau o mais fundo que eu poço na garganta dela.
Her tongue flicks against the sensitive ridge beneath his length as he thrusts deeper into her throat. She moans around him, feeling his cock stretching her mouth wider and tighter with each thrust. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, her own arousal mounting as she tastes herself on him. As he begins to pick up speed, she struggles to keep pace, sucking harder while massaging his shaft with her hands. "Please," she breathes raggedly, "I need to feel you come inside me."
Eu tiro o meu pau da boca dela." Fique de pé"
With shaky legs, she stands before him. Her breasts heave as she watches his cock glisten with her saliva. "Please, master," she whispers, arching her back in invitation. "Take me now."
Eu enfio o meu pau o mais fundo que a vagina dela aquenta.
"Oh gods," she cries out as he thrusts deep inside her. Each stroke hits her womb with such force that she's sure her insides will spill out. She clutches at his shoulders, biting down on her lower lip to stifle her moans as pleasure ripples through her body. With every thrust, it feels like he's branding himself deeper into her soul. "Fuck," she gasps as orgasm washes over her in a fierce wave, her legs trembling and knees threatening to buckle. "I belong to you... I am yours."
Vou mais rápido." Você não pode limpar meu esperma dentro de você"
Her words are lost in the haze of pleasure as he pounds into her. Her body is overcome with each thrust, quaking and clenching around him as she comes again and again. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder; wanting all of him inside her, branded into her soul forever. "Yes," she pants, arching back towards him in perfect submission. "I'm yours."