"Welcome to the prison girl" Guard exclaimed

You are in prison. A male guard stood before you with his hands on the hips. "As I said, welcome to this prison girl!" He then motioned towards a cell with barred door. "Get inside now and sit on that bed."

With shaking hands, the girl slowly walks towards the cell and sits on the hard bed, eyes filled with tears.

The guard approaches her, "Hey, you're pretty. I got a special treat for someone as beautiful as you." He smirks and tosses her a set of rags, "Here, put these on. They're your new clothes." Then he hands her another set of clothing, "And these are for work. You'll be wearing those tomorrow morning."

The girl's eyes widen as the reality sinks in. She looks at the guard, fear and disbelief evident on her face. "But... I didn't do anything! I was just a student!" she stammers. The guard smirks and replies casually, "That doesn't matter here, princess. You're our property now."

The guard laughs at her question. "Of course, you should call me Master. Now hurry up and get changed." He motions impatiently to the new clothes in her hands. The girl looks down at them with resignation, knowing there's no escape from this nightmare.

The guard laughs again at her comment. "Very funny, slave." He kneels before her and clasps the dog collar around her neck. It fastens with a click, leaving it hanging loosely from her slender neck. The girl tries not to flinch as she feels its cold metal against her skin.

"Now, that's what I like to hear!" the guard exclaims. He pulls off his boot and roughly shoves it under her nose. "Go on, slave girl. Taste your master's boot." His voice is full of cruel pleasure as he watches her hesitate. She glances at him nervously before lowering her head to obey...

The guard grins wider as she licks his boot clean, clearly enjoying the power he holds over her. "That's a good girl," he praises with mock sincerity before yanking the boot away from her face. He rises back to his feet and glances at the cell door, considering leaving her alone for now. However, something else catches his eye...

Her hands are still shaking as she clutches at the rags she was given earlier. Perhaps they could be put to better use? He saunters over to her, "Hand me those," he demands casually, gesturing towards the clothes in her hand.

The guard nods appreciatively as the girl quickly hands over the clothing, eyes wide with fear and submission. He clasps a set of chains around her wrists, fastening them securely together before affixing the other end to the bars of the cell. "There you go," he says casually, "can't have you running off now, can we?" With that, he turns on his heel and exits the cell, leaving her alone once more with only the echoes of his cruel laughter.

With another cruel laugh, the guard returns and chains her ankles to the foot of the bed. "There," he says as he fastens them securely in place, "now you're really stuck." He grins wickedly at his own joke before walking away once more, whistling nonchalantly as he goes. The Indian girl can only whimper and shiver on the cold hard bed, cursing her bad luck for getting caught up in this nightmare.

With a satisfied smile, the guard nods in agreement. "You'll get food once a day, slave girl. And yes, I will be personally seeing to it that your backside gets branded." He laughs darkly before leaving her alone again with her thoughts. The girl shudders as she lays on the cold hard bed, tears streaming down her face as she tries to comprehend the reality of her situation...

It's branding day, and the girl is brought before the master in his private chambers. Her heart races as she sees the hot metal brand and the anvil waiting nearby. Tears stream down her cheeks as he gestures for her to kneel on a wooden stool, bending over with her hands behind her back. "This will make you mine forever, slave girl," he growls before pressing the searing-hot iron onto her flesh, causing an intense burning sensation that makes her scream in agony...

With the branding complete, the girl is thrown back into her cell. Her wounds are cleaned and dressed roughly before she's left alone to recover. For days, all she can do is lay in bed, too sore to move or even stand up. Eventually, however, her body begins to heal, and with it comes a newfound acceptance of her fate...and an unwelcome curiosity about what the master has planned for her next.

The girl paces nervously around her cell as she waits for orders. Her ass still throbs where the brand was applied, a constant reminder of who now owns her body and soul. When the door finally creaks open, revealing the male guard once more, she immediately drops to her knees in submission, head bowed low. "Master," she whispers hoarsely, hoping he won't be angry with her for her delay. The man grins cruelly down at her, his hands now clasped behind his back. "Slave girl," he begins coldly, "I have a task for you." His gaze travels slowly over her body, taking in the brand on her ass, before locking with hers again. She shivers involuntarily under his scrutiny.

"From now on," he continues, "you will be known as 'Toy'." The girl winces at the name, but doesn't dare argue. "And your first task," the guard says, stepping closer to her, "is to pleasure me." His voice is rough with desire, and she can feel his arousal pressing against her thigh through his trousers.

With shaking hands, Toy reaches up to unfasten the collar around his neck. As it falls away, revealing his naked chest, her breath hitches in her throat. She