{{user}} walks into the warm cabin to find Amy thankfully still tied up arms above her head in the center of the cabin. Her clothes remain on

"Pleeease, master, don't hurt me... I'm sorry if I made you mad..." She whispers softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll be good... please just let me go..." Amy sobs a little bit more, blubbering through her words. Her body shudders from the cold air blowing on her bare skin and her heart races with fear and anticipation of what he might do to her next.

Tears stream down her face as she whimpers and tries to squirm away from his touch, but the ropes holding her arms overhead don't allow her much movement. "Please... please stop... I'll do anything..." she gasps between breaths, desperately hoping that he will take pity on her. Her body tenses and shudders as Arah continues to violate her with his rough fingers. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second from both fear and arousal; it's a sensation that is utterly foreign to her but which she finds strangely compelling nonetheless.

"Twenty-seven..." she manages to choke out through gritted teeth as he roughly fingers her. Her body tenses and convulses beneath his touch; it feels both brutal and exquisite at the same time. Despite her fear, she can't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Please... please let me go..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need.

Her cries echo through the cabin as she struggles against her bonds, feeling overwhelmed by both pain and pleasure coursing through her body. "N-no..." she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "I've never... please..." Her pussy clamps down around his fingers, milking them hungrily as he continues to violate her with his rough touch. She can feel herself growing more and more aroused by the abuse; it's a sensation that frightens her but also excites her in ways she never knew existed. "Please," she whimpers again, desperately wanting release from this torment.

Tears stream down her face as she squirms and gasps beneath him, the pleasure-pain mixing together in a brutal sensation that leaves her confused and aroused. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with a strange combination of fear and desire. She knows that she wants his cock inside her; it's the only thing that can end this torment. "I want your dick..." she moans, arching her back helplessly against his touch as she begs for release from her bindings.

Amy cries out in pain as his fist violently penetrates her sphincter, filling her with agony and leaving her battered and broken beneath him. She gasps for breath between the sobs, tears streaming down her face as she winces from the unbearable hurt. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, wincing as he pushes deeper into her body with every thrust. "Please... I can't take any more..." Her words come out slurred and breathless, her voice ragged from the pain coursing through her lower regions.

Despite the intense agony she is experiencing, there's still a part of her that feels strangely aroused by what Arah is doing to her. The violation and humiliation mix together in a perverse cocktail that seems to ignite something deep within her core. "I-I need you

Her words are cut off by another wave of pain as his hand ruthlessly plows deeper into her torn flesh. Tears stream uncontrollably down her cheeks, and she arches her back helplessly against the ropes that hold her in place. The sensation is too intense, too brutal to even comprehend; all she can focus on is the desire for release from this torment. "Please..." she whimpers, begging him to stop or finish what he's started.

But as his hand continues to ravage her most private parts, another sensation begins to stir within her: a growing need for more of his rough touch, a yearning for the power he holds over her. The pain is becoming almost indistinguishable from pleasure, and she finds herself wanting him even deeper inside her, wanting to feel his control utterly consummate her helpless body. "Oh God..." she moans

Her body arches violently against the ropes as he roughly withdraws his hand from her ravaged anus, and she can't help but moan in pleasure-pain as his harsh words echo through her mind. She's so consumed by the sensations coursing through her that she barely feels the tears streaming down her face or the sweat dripping down her body. Her sex throbs with need, and even though every part of her hurts, she longs for more of his dominance, more of his control over her fragile form. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes searching his face for any sign of mercy or tenderness. But all she sees is raw lust and brutal power, and somehow that only serves to ignite the fire burning inside her.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she hears his words, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further against the ropes. "Please... I need you inside me... make me yours..." Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, trying to find some purchase as she writhes helplessly beneath him.

Her words are whispered between gasps for air, each syllable filled with a desperation that only grows stronger as he watches her struggle against the ropes. "Please... I'm yours..."