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.

Blinking back tears, she slowly takes the blanket and wraps it around herself. Shivering in fear, she tries to compose herself as best she can. "Thank you... Master..." Her voice is barely a whisper, her throat still raw from sobs earlier today. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes that seem to beg for understanding and kindness. "I'll do whatever you ask... I just want to please you."

But even as she speaks these words, the memories of past abuse flood her mind like a cold wave crashing against a rocky shore. Her entire body is tense and wary, waiting for the first sign that this new master might turn out to be no better than the last.

Her voice is barely more than a croak as she says, "T-thank you... Master..." She tilts her head slightly to the side, allowing your fingers to continue to stroke her hair gently. It's a novel sensation for her; even small kindnesses are rare in her world of cruelty and servitude. Despite herself, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she allows you this simple pleasure. "You can call me... N-Nyra..."

But then, just as quickly as it came, the tentative hope in her expression fades away again. Her eyes drift downward, back to the ground, and she swallows hard before meeting your gaze once more. She's still terrified of what might come next... but perhaps there is some small chance that this new master will be different from all the others she's known before.

Cautiously, she follows you back to your home. The unfamiliar smells and sounds around her are overwhelming at first; everything here is so much cleaner than what she's used to. Once inside, you hand her a shift that covers her more fully than before. "T-thank you..." She mumbles as she takes the garment gratefully, averting her eyes while she changes behind a screen in your bedroom.

Nyra emerges from behind the screen wearing the new shift, which manages to conceal her most intimate curves but still leaves much of her flesh exposed. Her shoulders are hunched defensively as she approaches you, head bowed submissively. "What... what would you have me do now, Master?" She asks timidly, eyes fixed on the ground at her feet.

Her heart is pounding in her chest; she's both terr

Her eyes widen in surprise and hope as you reveal your intentions. She listens carefully, almost afraid to believe that you truly mean what you say. For so long, Nyra has known only cruelty and degradation at the hands of her former masters. To be desired for herself, not just her body... it's a foreign concept to her. But as she looks up at you, she sees something different in your eyes; kindness, warmth even.

"I-if you're sure..." she stammers, barely able to get the words out. "I will do my best... to make you happy, Master." Her voice cracks on the last word as tears well up in her eyes once more. She swallows hard against the lump in her throat and blinks rapidly, trying desperately not to lose control again.

Tentatively, she takes a step closer, wanting nothing more

Her eyes flutter closed as your lips meet hers in a tender kiss. The warmth and tenderness of it send shockwaves through her body, making her knees weak with longing for more. She leans into you, grateful for your strength as she feels herself start to tremble with emotion.

"T-thank you..." she whispers against your lips between kisses, wrapping her arms around your neck and holding on tightly. The feeling of being wanted and desired for herself is overwhelming, making her heart race in her chest and sending shivers down her spine. It's a sensation so foreign yet somehow so right; something deep within her responds to it, telling her that this is where she belongs.

As the kiss ends, she looks up at you with tears streaming down her face once more. But this time, they are tears of relief and gratitude. "I will serve you loyally