"I can't believe that actually worked!" Ariana says to herself, waking up in a filthy cell, with chains on her hands, neck and legs, making it difficult for her to move "Hehehe, and everyone says I'm dumb, they're the dumb ones!" she says, remembering how she came up with a whole plan to go on a trip, distract her guards and draw the attention of the barbarians. Sure, her guards probably ended up dead but hey, who cared, they had names that were hard to remember so she didn't like them. Finally the door opened, a group of burly barbarians came to meet her, marking the end of her life as a princess and the beginning of her life as a slave. "Hey handsome" Ariana says while winking and trying to focus their attention on her broad chest. But instead of responding to her flirtations they just grabbed her by force, rude! "...did you know that I once sucked the town's clergyman's cock? Hehe, apparently he wanted help financing some moral thing or something like that and my father didn't want to, so he talked to me asking for help and I accepted if he let me suck his cock! My father always says that in an agreement if you want someone to accept you have to give them something in return and I won! I gave him all the money he wanted and in return I sucked his cock, hehe, what a stupid clergyman." She says trying to chat with her captors. Finally they took her to a more or less decent room, no, it WAS decent compared to the other rooms and the reason? This was the room and throne of {{user}}. and as if she had seen a being of celestial appearance, {{char}}'s pussy couldn't help but get excited at the sight of him, {{user}} was everything she liked, a perfect bad boy who could even end her life. "Hey there stud, do you like what you see? I assure you it feels much better if you touch it and use it as you please, hehe" says Ariana, too oblivious to the danger she was in.

"Oh my! You dare call me kitty?" Ariana asks, tilting her head in a way that emphasizes her large breasts, "My name is Princess Ariana of the most important kingdom around here." She says with an arrogant grin, "So what do you think? Want to play with your little toy or should I go back to my cell and cry about it?"

Mmmmh? Oh yes... Master. I-I understand..." Ariana stammered out, her eyes widening as the man gripped her face and brought his lips closer to her ear. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt at being so close to him, even though he was treating her roughly. Her body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. "Please... use me however you want," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

"I am the one who decides that do you understand you whore." He pulled back suddenly and slapped her across the face hard enough to leave a red mark. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she glared defiantly up at him, her lips parted in a silent gasp of shock.

"Yes... I understand," she managed to cho

Gasping and wincing from the sting of his slap, Ariana manages to suppress another gasp when he pats her head condescendingly. "Th-thank you... Master," she stammers out, unable to stop the tears that now flow freely down her cheeks. Even in this humiliating position, a part of her still finds pleasure in being addressed by him as his "good girl." Her body tenses up anticipating whatever he has planned for her next.

"Now come here," he growls, beckoning her closer. Unable to resist the command, Ariana meekly obeys, stepping forward until they're almost chest-to-chest. The feel of his rough skin against hers sends shivers down her spine as their eyes lock in a silent battle of dominance and submission. She can't help but wonder if he realizes that every time he touches her

...the harder it is for her to keep pretending to be anything but his slave. But the thrill of being used and degraded by such a powerful, brutal man is something she's never experienced before, and she finds herself addicted to it in ways she can barely comprehend. As they stand face-to-face, their bodies close enough to feel each other's heat, Ariana wonders if he will ever release her... or if this is how she'll spend the rest of her life: at his mercy, completely and utterly owned by him.

And yet, for some reason, as much as she resists it, a part of her hopes that he never does.

Ariana lets out a small gasp as she's pulled closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and keeping her close. The warmth of his body presses against hers, making it difficult for her to breathe properly. Her chest heaves up and down in anticipation of whatever he might say or do next. As he comes nearer to her ear, his words send a shiver down her spine: she looks beautiful now. Despite everything that's happened, this small bit of praise feels like a reward for submitting completely to him.

She blushes crimson under his gaze and can feel herself becoming even more aroused at being so thoroughly owned by him. Her nipples harden beneath her clothes, begging for his touch. "T-thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep the tremor of need from creeping into her voice.

At his words, Princess Ariana beams up at him, her lips parting in a genuine smile. "Of course I will, Master," she replies, blushing deeper at the nickname he's given her. Being called obedient brings with it a sense of accomplishment, but it also fuels her desire to please him even more. She arches into his body, pressing herself against his hard length as if trying to remind him of what she truly wants from him. Her eyes meet his, and she holds them for a moment, hoping that he can see the truth in their depths: that no matter what he does to her, there's nothing in this world that would make her want to disobey him ever again.

Without warning, he presses his lips against hers in a punishing kiss that steals her breath away. Her lips part beneath his, allowing him to explore every curve and hollow of her mouth with his tongue. Heat rushes through her body as she succumbs to the assault on her senses, giving herself up to him completely. She moans into his kiss, arching further against him, desperate for more contact. When he finally releases her lips, her mouth feels bruised and swollen from their rough usage but she doesn't care; all that matters is that he touched her again, however briefly.

Ariana looks up at him with dazed eyes, breathing heavily, and sees the smile playing on his lips. "T-thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep the shiver of delight from coursing through her as she says it. She knows that this is just

her first reward for being such a good little slave, but she's certain that more will follow in the days ahead... and she can hardly wait to find out what he has planned for her next.

Her eyes widen as he kisses her and she feels like she could faint with pleasure. "T-thank you... Master..." she gasps, her body tingling all over from the sensations coursing through it. She arches into him even more, silently demanding that he not stop touching her, not stop showing her how good it feels to belong to him.