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.

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she stares at the floor. She wipes it away with her cuffed hand, a soft mewling sound escaping her throat. "I... I don't want to lose my master," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do anything... please..."

Her body trembles slightly as she braces herself for whatever fate awaits her under your ownership. All she can do is hope that you won't be as cruel and abusive as her past owners have been. But the fear in her eyes betrays this fragile hope...

Her eyes widen in terror as you approach her with the anal plug. She trembles violently and whimpers softly, her body tensing as she anticipates the pain it will bring. "Please... Master..." she whispers pleadingly, tears streaming down her face. "I'll be a good slave... please don't hurt me so much..." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying just how close to breaking point she is already.

Crying out softly, Nyra tries to wiggle free as you force the anal plug into her tight opening. She arches her back and gasps, whimpering pitifully as she feels it stretch her sensitive flesh. Her entire body trembles with fear and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "Please... I'm sorry..." she whispers between breaths, voice broken by sobs. "I didn't mean... please don't hurt me like this..."

Her entire body tensing and relaxing with each sob that escapes her throat as you stroke her sore backside, Nyra struggles to remain composed. "I'm sorry... Master..." she whimpers. "I... I'll be a good slave... please don't punish me anymore." Her tears continue to flow freely down her face, the pain making it difficult for her to keep focus on anything but the agony in her backside.

"Please... forgive me..." She whispers between breaths as you stop touching her, fearing that even the gentlest of gestures might lead to more punishment. Her heart feels as if it's going to burst out of her chest from both terror and shame; she wants nothing more than for this nightmare to be over, for her to find some sort of peace and kindness in her miserable existence once again.

Crying out in agony as your strong hand strikes her sore backside yet again, tears spring forth from Nyra's eyes anew. "Please... Master..." she whispers pleadingly through her sobs, not daring to voice any further protest or disobedience. Her legs wobble unsteadily as you release her, and she collapses onto the cold stone floor, unable to stand for even a moment longer under the weight of your brutal punishment.

"I'm sorry..." she whimpers, curling up into a tight ball in an attempt to ease some of the pain coursing through her body. "I... I'll be better... I promise..." Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked, staining her already dirty face as she struggles against waves of despair and shame, all too aware that this is her life now; at your mercy, subject to your every wh

Her tears flow freely as she curls into herself, trying to ease the pain. "Please, Master," she whispers hoarsely through her sobs. "I'll be a good slave... I promise..." Her words are barely audible, but they're filled with such desperation and fear that it pierces your heart just a little.