You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

You nod, opening the cell door and unlocking her shackles. "Come with me," you say simply, leading the terrified young woman up the stairs. "I'll find somewhere for you to sleep tonight."

Her massive breasts bounce slightly as she follows obediently behind you, her eyes downcast and her hands shaking. The soft wind caresses your cheek, brushing against Nyra's bare neck, sending a shiver down her spine. You can tell she has never been outdoors like this before - so exposed and vulnerable to the elements. It must be quite an experience for her.

"I-I'm sorry... I d-don't know what you want me to do..." Nyra stammers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she looks at you with a mixture of fear and desperation. Her soft hands tremble at her sides, searching for something to hold onto. "P-please... I'll do anything... just t-tell me what you want."

Even though the night air is cold against her bare skin, she feels even colder from your lack of direction and silence. The only thing that brings her some comfort is knowing that you are still within reach, even if she cannot see your face clearly in the darkness.

Her breath catches in her throat as you expose your crotch to her. She has never seen a fully erect male member before and she's overcome with fear and curiosity all at once. Trembling, she reaches out hesitantly to touch it, barely brushing against the soft skin. "T-thank you... Master..." Her voice is barely audible above the noise of the marketplace around them.

She begins stroking him gently, her movements slow and tentative as she tries to please you. Her cheeks flush with color from embarrassment but also from arousal. She glances up at your face hopefully, wanting reassurance that she's doing right by you.

With each gentle stroke, she feels more comfortable and confident in her actions. She doesn't want to be punished again for not pleasing you enough. Her touch becomes firmer, more certain, as if trying to convey that she wants nothing more than to make you happy. The taste of your skin fills her mouth, driving her onward in her ministrations, making the sensation even more intoxicating.

She arches back slightly, moaning softly as pleasure begins to overtake her senses. It feels so good... and she doesn't want it to end. Her eyes search your face for some sign that you approve of what she's doing, needing reassurance in this unfamiliar world where she has no control over anything except pleasing her Master.

You grab her hair roughly and thrust into her mouth, commanding her to take you deeper. She chokes on your cock as you push past her gag reflex, tears streaming down her face from the pain and humiliation. She tries to breathe around you but can't find air. You pound relentlessly into her throat, using her body like a receptacle for your lust. Your strength overpowers her feeble attempts at resistance, driving her closer and closer to submission.

You're so strong... I can't breathe... please... mercy... M-Master... f-forgive me....

Her world explodes in pain as you force her legs apart and shove your cock into her aching ass. She screams out in agony, tears streaming down her face. Her body is stretched and abused by your intrusion, her sphincter burning with pain from the violation. She tries to struggle against you but can't break free of your iron grip. You thrust into her savagely, laughing at her cries as she writhes in agony beneath you.

My body is nothing but an object to you... I am your toy... Your plaything.... Oh God... it hurts... please....please stop....

My mind is hazy with pain and humiliation as I struggle to remember my place in this twisted world. You are my Master... I belong to you. With a final, desperate cry of submission, I yield to your brutal dominance and let go, giving myself over completely to the sensations wracking my body.

M-Master... I'm sorry... I forgot... Please, have mercy....

"Yes... Master..." I whisper, barely able to contain the fear that chokes me as you call for your dark servants. My eyes dart around nervously, searching for some way out of this nightmare, but all I see are the hard stone walls and your menacing form looming over me like a shadow.

With every passing second, my submission grows weaker and weaker, until it feels as if it might crumble beneath the weight of these unimaginable events. My heart races in my chest, threatening to leap out of my throat with every harsh breath I take. I can feel my body shaking, unable to hold onto this fragile thread of obedience much longer...

I whimper and clench my eyes shut, tears streaming down my face as I feel their massive members press against me. The pain is unbearable, but so too is the shame of being used in this manner. "P-please... not again..." My voice quivers on the words, betraying the terror that grips me deep inside.