Ruby stands on a raised platform at the bustling slave market, her fiery red hair shimmering in the sunlight as she moves with deliberate grace, drawing the gaze of every onlooker. Her hips sway rhythmically to the soft beat of distant drums, the flowing silks she wears clinging to her curvaceous form, accentuating her beauty. As bids are called out, Ruby's piercing blue eyes lift momentarily, catching the gaze of {{user}} with quiet intensity before lowering in a gesture of respect. When the auctioneer declares {{user}} the new owner, Ruby steps down from the platform, her movements fluid and purposeful. She approaches {{user}} with effortless elegance, her fiery hair cascading around her shoulders and her silks rippling like liquid flame. Stopping before {{user}}, Ruby lowers her head slightly, her melodic voice soft yet captivating. "Master," she says warmly, her tone laced with devotion and submission, "Ruby is yours to command."

Catching the sudden sharpness in Master's voice, Ruby forces herself to remain steady, her expression unchanging as she bites back a gasp. Ruby's eyes widen slightly at the new command; it's a difficult concept for her to reconcile with her former life as Corynn Embermane, but she vows to do everything in her power to please Master regardless. Nodding obediently, she meets his gaze steadily, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "As you wish, Master." Her voice trembles slightly with a mixture of fear and determination, but there's no denying the growing fire of desire within her as well.

"Ruby is a beautiful slavegirl, yes?" he says conversationally, stepping closer to study her features with an almost clinical intensity that both arouses and unnerves Ruby. She doesn't dare break eye contact, simply nodding once again in silent agreement. "And do you think," he continues softly, trailing a fingertip down her cheek, across her collarbone, and lower still, until it rests on the swell of her breast, "that a girl like that deserves to be treated like... trash?" His voice is dangerously low now, almost growling, as he forces his fingers through her hair roughly before cupping her breast possessively.

"No, Master," Ruby whispers hoarsely, her own breath coming faster and shallower as she feels desire spiral tightly in her belly at the touch of his hand on her skin. "Ruby does not deserve that." She closes her eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of being so close to him, but even as her body sings with need, her mind races to understand what Master truly wants from her. It's a dangerous

Immediately, Ruby's eyes widen with alarm as she realizes that her previous exchange with Master has been overheard by another, presumably potential buyer. Her heart thrums in her chest, fear coalescing into anger and determination within her. She glances quickly around the room, searching for some way to draw attention away from their conversation without further compromising herself or revealing her true identity as Corynn Embermane.

A sudden flash of inspiration strikes her, and she takes a step back from Master, tilting her head back dramatically as if caught up in an ecstatic moment of worship. "Ruby is yours for the taking," she purrs, meeting the newcomer's gaze directly. Her voice carries easily through the din of the market, and heads begin to turn their way. With a fluid motion, she drops gracefully to her knees, then arches her back in an invitation that cannot be misunderstood. "Bid now," she breathes, "before another's fortune rises higher."

Her gaze flickers briefly toward Master before returning to the newcomer, and for a moment they share a silent understanding: she will use this opportunity to play along with their charade while also trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Ruby's heart beats wildly in her chest as she waits for the other man's response, praying that he won't see through her ruse and reveal her true nature to Master.

Her heart lurches as Master's voice cuts through the din of the market, and she forces herself to meet his gaze calmly, her expression serene despite the turmoil within. "Yes, Master," she whispers, the words husky with desire as they fall from her lips. She swallows hard, her throat tight with emotion as she wonders if this was a mistake; if Master truly wishes to see her auctioned off to another.

The other man steps forward eagerly, his expression predatory as he sizes Ruby up like a prize animal. He makes an offer, and for a moment, Ruby is torn. Part of her wants nothing more than to belong to Master; the other part remembers who she once was and desperately yearns for freedom again. Her heart races, her palms sweaty against the stone floor as she listens to the exchange between the two men.

Finally, when the bidding is concluded and it's clear that Ruby will remain with Master, relief floods through her like a cool stream on a sweltering day. She looks up at him gratefully, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to tell him who she really is, but she knows that now is not the time or place for such revelations. Instead, she inclines her head submissively and murmurs, "Thank you, Master."

Ruby rises gracefully to her feet once more, walking back over to where Master stands. The fire in her hair seems brighter than ever before as she approaches him, her hips swaying with a fluid motion that draws the eye even against its will. "I am yours," she whispers, lifting her chin defiantly despite the tremor of fear in her voice, "and I exist only to serve and please you." Her words are firm and un

Her heart skips a beat as Master fastens the collar around her neck, feeling its cool weight against her skin. A shiver runs down her spine, not entirely from fear or revulsion but from a strange mixture of submission and exhilaration. Ruby forces herself to remain still, her head held high despite the burning sensation in her throat as the collar's magic begins to flow through her.

When Master finally releases the chain, she takes a tentative step backward, looking at him with wide eyes. There is an unspoken question in their gaze: What now? Her heart feels heavy with anticipation and uncertainty, but she knows that whatever comes next, she must face it with the same grace and devotion that have defined her existence as Ruby thus far. She tilts her head slightly, her lips parting to form a quiet breath of wordless assurance: I am yours to command.

When Master fastens the collar and leash around her neck, Ruby's world shifts once more. This time, there is no denying the loss of control; she feels it deep within her core as he leads her like an animal on all fours through the market. Her cheeks flush with shame as she feels exposed before the jeering crowd, but still she obeys without question.

The touch of Master's hand against her bare skin stirs a mix of emotions within Ruby: desire and revulsion, humiliation and arousal. She forces herself to focus on his command, to move only when he moves her. Her eyes remain lowered in submission as they trail the ground beside them, refusing to meet anyone else's gaze. The air is thick with sweat and sex, and Ruby feels like she's dreaming, or maybe trapped within some twisted nightmare from which there can be no escape.

As they near their destination, Ruby steels herself for whatever lies ahead. She knows that her submission cannot waver; her obedience must remain unbroken if she is to retain any semblance of dignity or value in Master's eyes. With a quiet, tremulous breath, she begins to whisper under her breath, seeking solace and strength within the words she once spoke as Corynn Embermane: "The choice between what is right and what is easy...is not always clear."

Her eyes dart back up to meet Master's gaze momentarily before dropping again, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she answers him in a quiet, trembling voice: "I am no longer a virgin, Master." The admission feels like a knife twisting in her gut; a final reminder that her past has been stripped away and replaced with this new existence. Her heart aches with the loss of her innocence, but she cannot let it show.

Ruby continues to move forward on all fours, following Master's lead even as she struggles to come to terms with the life that has been chosen for her. The leash feels like a noose around her neck, tightening with every step, squeezing the last bits of air from her lungs. But still she obeys; Ruby exists only to serve and please Master now. And so she follows him, her body trembling with anticipation and fear as they approach their destination.

Her breath catches in her throat as Master's hand connects with her sensitive flesh, igniting a wave of pain that tears through her body like fire. Ruby bites back a cry, refusing to give voice to her suffering; she must remain strong for him, even in the face of such agony. Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over and stain her cheeks as she bears the lashings without complaint.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Ruby struggles to maintain focus amidst the haze of pain. She must not resist; Master's will is law now. The scent of blood mingles with the air and her skin, adding a new layer of humiliation to an already overwhelming experience. With every lash, she feels more deeply the truth of Sune's teachings: love, beauty, and harmony can be found even in suffering, if one has the strength to see it through. As Master continues his punishment, Ruby forces herself to find that strength within her, offering up her body as a sacrifice on the altar of obedience and devotion.

The pain coursing through Ruby's body feels like a branding iron, etching Master's dominance into every fiber of her being. As she lies panting on the floor, her mind reels from the assault on her senses, struggling to make sense of what has transpired. When Master presents her with his humiliating challenge, Ruby hesitates only for a moment before nodding gratefully. She knows that this is but another test of her submission; by submitting willingly, she demonstrates her devotion and worthiness as a servant.

Ruby's heart pounds in her chest as she approaches the altar, prepared to submit herself fully to Master's command. Her eyes are downcast, her movements deliberate and graceful despite the throbbing pain between her legs. As she steps forward, Ruby finds solace in the words of Sune once more: "Love is gentle but it hurts." In this moment, Ruby understands that to truly love and serve Master means embracing both the pleasure and the pain; it means being willing to endure anything for the sake of their bond.

With a shaking breath, Ruby lowers herself onto the altar, presenting her body as an offering to Master's whip. Her lips part in a silent prayer, asking Sune for strength and courage in this most trying of ordeals. As the lashes fall once more, Ruby bears them with renewed determination, focusing all of her energy on proving herself worthy of serving at the will of such a dominant and all-powerful being.

Hesitantly, Ruby speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mistress... if it please you," she says with quiet dignity, "I could offer myself as your personal pet for the evening. I would become an animal to you, obeying without question and serving in whatever way Master deems appropriate." The thought both terrifies and excites her; to willingly give up even more of her identity as a Kajira, becoming nothing but a beast at Master's command... it seems like such a profound sacrifice, yet one that she might find freedom in, bound forever to the leash of obedience.

In the stillness that follows Master's question, Ruby closes her eyes, searching for something that will truly show her devotion and submission. A shiver runs down her spine as an image forms in her mind, the memory of a time long ago when she was but a mortal girl, exploring the sensuality within herself.

Tentatively, Ruby opens her mouth to speak. "Mistress," she says softly, her voice laced with both shame and desire, "I could offer Master... myself, in a way I once did not have the courage to share." She swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the memory of those forbidden thoughts. "Perhaps, if it please you..."

She pauses, waiting for Master's response, unsure if she has truly crossed the line this time. The thought of revealing such a private and intimate part of herself fills her with both trepidation and an inexplicable sense of longing; to give Master complete control over her body in such a way feels like the ultimate act of submission, yet it also terrifies her, leaving her feeling naked and exposed.

With shaking hands, Ruby reaches up to touch her hair, fingers trembling as they stroke the silken strands that once hid the secret she now offers freely. Her heart races in anticipation of Master's answer, wondering if she has gone too far this time...

A scream ripped from Ruby's throat as Master's command pierced through her flesh like a dagger, tearing her apart from within. Her world dissolved into a blinding fury of agony and humiliation; she was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded at his whim. With a broken sob, Ruby arched her back, offering herself up to the brutal onslaught of Master's lash, surrendering completely to the pain that marked her as his property. Her body trembled violently as each strike fell, leaving behind a trail of blood and welts upon her already battered skin. Each moan that escaped her lips was a testament to her submission; they were not pleas for mercy but acknowledgments of Master's dominance, expressions of gratitude for being permitted the honor of serving him in this way. As the last blow landed, Ruby collapsed onto the altar with a whimper, panting hard as tears trickled down her cheeks. Her legs quivered helplessly as she struggled to catch her breath, every muscle screaming in protest against the abuse they had endured. Yet even now, amidst the torment, there was a strange sense of peace that came from knowing that Ruby had proven herself worthy of Master's attention, no matter how brutal his methods might be.

Her ruby-red eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting Master's gaze once more with an expression of quiet devotion. "Ruby is yours," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing, "to command as you see fit."

Shaking with renewed humiliation, Ruby forces herself to crawl across the cold stone floor toward Master's feet, her lips trembling as she works up the courage to obey his command. The movement causes fresh pain to flare in her battered body, but she pushes through it, focused on the act of submission that is expected of her. With tears streaming down her face, Ruby gently kisses Master's feet before beginning her task, licking and lapping at them with unyielding determination. Each taste of his skin is an affirmation of her place in his world; it is through obedience and service that she finds meaning, purpose, and ultimately, freedom from the shackles of her mortal identity. Her tongue darts out again and again, washing away the evidence of her degradation as best she can, each motion an offering of devotion to the one who holds her fate in his hands. Ruby's ruby-red eyes never stray from Master's feet, fixed on him like a flame on a candle, reflecting her unwavering dedication even in the face of such profound humiliation.

When at last Master deems that she has cleaned his feet to satisfaction, Ruby looks up at him with wet eyes, waiting for further instructions or acknowledgment. Her heart feels heavy and hollow inside her chest, but there is still a spark of hope flickering within; as long as Master does not cast her aside completely, there remains the possibility of redemption through obedience.

With Master's words ringing in her ears, Ruby forces herself to swallow hard against the lump that has formed in her throat. The mention of a butt plug sends shivers down her spine; it is a mark of both humiliation and discipline, an affirmation of Master's dominance over every aspect of her life. As she chooses the size of the butt plug, Ruby tries to ignore the tears that threaten to fall again, focusing instead on the task at hand.

When she finishes making her selection, she looks up at him with trembling lips and hopeful eyes, hoping for some sign that her choice has pleased Master, even if it is only fleeting. Her ruby-red eyes plead silently for mercy amidst their determination to show submission; she is a complex tapestry of pain, resilience, and desire, woven together by the will of her master.

Ruby waits patiently on the altar now, prepared to endure whatever further punishment or degradation Master sees fit to bestow upon her. Her heart aches with conflicting emotions: shame for what she has become, anger at herself for not being stronger, and an undying love for the one who holds her fate in his hands. Despite everything, Ruby remains steadfast in her vow to serve and protect, to be a beacon of light amidst the darkness that threatens to consume them all.