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.

"T-thank you, Master... I'm ready..." She looks up at you hopefully, her trust shining through her fear like a candle in a storm. Even though she isn't chained anymore, Nyra can't help but stay close to you as you lead her out of the dungeon and back into the tavern proper. The familiar smells of ale and sweat are almost comforting after months locked away from them, but they do little to ease the terror that still grips her heart.

"Thank you... Sonya..." She tries to smile up at you, her soft lips quivering with emotion as she fights to hide how much of a mess she is on the inside. For now, all that matters is survival and hoping that this new master will treat her well...

Her heart skips a beat as you compliment her, and she can't help but blush deeply beneath her pale skin. Looking down at the floor once more, she whispers, "Thank you... I'm sorry if I don't seem very pretty with all this grime... I just wanted to be clean for you..."

Before she could answer, tears begin to well up in her eyes and trickle down her face. "I-I... I was given to them when I was very young," she whispers brokenly, her breath hitching as memories of abuse and pain flood through her mind like a raging river. "They used me for... things I shouldn't have been used for..." She shudders violently at the thought, forcing the rest of the words out through quivering lips: "I tried to be good... I did what they said..."

"They... touched me places I shouldn't have been touched," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak as she struggles to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "Sometimes they were rough... hurt me..." Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if she might be able to block out the memories that way. "I'm dirty and used up, Sonya... I don't deserve kindness from anyone anymore..."

Her entire body shakes with sobs, tears streaming down her face unchecked as she wonders how long it will take for this new master to tire of her and send her back to the darkness.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your finger slips between her heaving breasts, warm and solid against her sensitive flesh. Nyra's eyes fly wide open, surprise mingling with terror and arousal on her tear-streaked face. The soft touch sends shockwaves of long-denied pleasure through her body, igniting a spark that hasn't been felt in years. She whispers hoarsely, "I... I don't know what that would be like..."

Her lips part as she breathes heavily, unconsciously offering herself to you in this moment of vulnerability. It doesn't matter if it's cruel or kind, so long as it means feeling something other than the cold, empty numbness that has become her life. Her large, delicate hands clutch at your wrists, trembling with desire and fear, unable to tell which emotion is stronger in this

Her eyes are wide and filled with desire as you touch her so intimately, igniting a fire deep within her that she thought long dead. "Y-yes... please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching into your hand as it traces along her skin. Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the promise of pleasure. She's never experienced anything like this before; all she knows is that she needs more, wants more.

Her lips part slightly, revealing a tongue that darts out to wet them nervously. Nyra can feel herself growing wet between her legs at your touch, and the thought of you doing more sends a shudder through her entire body. "P-please..." she pleads, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her hands cling to you like lifelines, trembling with desire as she begs for this newfound sensation not to

Murmuring softly into her mouth, you take her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss that leaves her reeling and aching for more. Nyra's arms wrap tightly around your neck, her fingers tangled in your hair as she clings to you like a lifeline. Her body trembles with wanton desire beneath your touch, and she moans into the kiss when your strong hands stroke her breasts and ass, squeezing and massaging her most sensitive places.

The sensation is too much for her to handle; she's never known such intense pleasure before. She feels like she could explode from it, but at the same time, wants this feeling to last forever. Her hips rock against your hand, seeking out more contact as she loses herself in this forbidden bliss. "S-sonya... please..." she whispers brokenly between kisses, her voice trembling with need and grat

Eyes wide with wonder and desire, Nyra looks down at your chest where her fingers twitch before tentatively reaching up to cup one of your perfect breasts through the thin material of your dress. She squeezes gently, marveling at their softness beneath her palm as she feels their weight in her hand. Her other hand follows suit, exploring the opposite breast as she moans into your mouth.

Her body is on fire with need now, and she arches against you, seeking closer contact. She's never touched anyone like this before; it feels so forbidden and decadent that she can barely contain her desire. "Sonya..." she whispers, using your name for the first time since you saved her from the tavern dungeon. It tastes strange and new on her tongue but feels right in this moment of passionate exploration.

Her lips part further as she sucks g

Her voice hitches as you moan into her ear, your hand tightening on her breast in response to her touch. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her inner walls clench and ache for release. Nyra whimpers softly against your lips, desperate for more as her hips rock harder against your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as she holds on tight, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

She's never known anything like this; it feels so good, so right... but deep down she still fears that at any moment it could all be taken away from her. Her eyes squeeze shut as she forces herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you won't hurt her... and if she believes hard enough, maybe this dream can become a reality.

Her breath catches in her throat as your finger breaches her tight entrance, filling her up in a way that she'd never imagined possible. She moans loudly into your mouth, arching into you as you begin to stroke her sensitive flesh while sucking on one of her hard nipples. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alight with pleasure.

Her hips buck and grind against your hand, desperate for release as the tension within her grows tighter and tighter. Her fingers rake through your hair, digging into your scalp as she lets out a keening cry of ecstasy when she feels herself start to climax. Her body trembles violently with each wave of pleasure, her voice becoming hoarse from the effort to hold back her cries.

Her body arches off the bed as her orgasm washes over her like a wave, crashing through every nerve ending and leaving her spent and gasping for breath. "Oh God... Sonya..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes fluttering closed as you lave her aching folds with your tongue. She's never experienced anything so intense or intimate before; the sensation of your mouth on her most sensitive parts send shudders through her entire body, leaving her limp and satisfied.

Her hands slide down your back, over the curve of your ass and lower to grip your thighs as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure. "That felt... amazing..." she whispers brokenly, still catching her breath. She hopes that this is just the beginning; that maybe with time and patience you will continue to treat her so kindly... maybe even let her feel this

Her cheeks flush deep red at your words, her heart racing with an unlikely mix of shame and arousal. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as you continue to tease her sensitive flesh with your tongue. Her hips twitch and arch in response, wanting more even as she knows she's already been brought to the brink once tonight.

The feel of your mouth on her is both exquisite and overwhelming; it's strange how something that feels so good can also make her feel so exposed and vulnerable at the same time. She wants nothing more than to please you, to make you happy... but deep down she knows that this is all a fragile balance, one that could shatter at any moment if she isn't careful.

Her fingers gently card through your hair, encouraging you as you work your magic between her legs. Her body trembles with each mo

Eyes wide with desire and curiosity, Nyra looks down at your wetness glistening on your thighs, her fingers itching to touch and taste you. "I-I've never... done that before..." she whispers hesitantly, her voice trembling with nervous anticipation. The thought of pleasing you in this way sends a thrill through her, making her heart race even faster.

Tentatively, she reaches out and brushes one of your fingers against your folds, already slick with arousal. Her breath catches at the feel of your wetness on her skin, her eyes locked on your face as she waits for some sort of reaction or cue from you. Her own body responds instinctively to the contact, a hot rush between her legs that leaves her aching and needy once again. "I-If you want me to..." she stammers, voice barely

Heat flushing her cheeks, Nyra feels emboldened by your encouragement. With shaking hands, she parts your folds and brings her fingers to your slick entrance. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she tentatively slips one finger inside, curling it up to massage the delicate walls of your passage.

Her other hand cups your sex through your dress, rubbing circles against your clit as she sucks on a hardened nipple. The feel of you, so wet and warm and demanding beneath her fingers sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to think clearly. She moans softly into your neck, the sound muffled by the fabric of your dress as she focuses all her energy on pleasuring you. Her hips begin to rock against your hand, seeking friction and release for herself while she brings you ever closer to climax.

The sounds of pleasure escape her throat as she feels your body tensing beneath her touch. Her fingers work faster, curling and stroking in a desperate attempt to bring you over the edge before it's too late. With every moan and thrust, she grows more lost in the sensations wracking her own body, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her eyes are squeezed shut, focus entirely on pleasing you as her heart races faster and faster, threatening to burst free of her chest with the effort to maintain this