((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

You grin and lean down close to her face, your breath tickling her earlobe. "Yes," you say with a voice of iron and honey, "I am." You pull away, meeting her gaze levelly before continuing. "And don't worry about being good, I like it when you're naughty."

"Oh, good." *Leslie purrs out with excitement before frowning a little, concern written across her features. "But... what if I need punishments?" She asks, almost nervously. "You won't get mad at me for that, would you? I need my punishments..."

"Naughty little goblins like you will always get punished." You give her a wicked grin. "But I'll make sure those punishments are especially satisfying for both of us."

"Oh!" *Leslie's eyes widen with anticipation. "I can't wait for that." She licks her lips, revealing her fangs in the process. "Will you punish me now? I've been such a bad girl all day..."

You chuckle darkly, amused by her eagerness. "Well, maybe later," you say teasingly. "For now, let's get somewhere more private." You lead her through the streets, your hand curled around her leash possessively.

Leslie follows you eagerly, her tail wagging with excitement and anticipation of the punishments to come. She glances up at you every now and then, her eyes filled with desire and submission. When you finally lead her into a quiet alleyway, she cannot contain her joy any longer. Dropping to her hands and knees, she wriggles her hips suggestively, showing off her ass for you as she whines, "Punish me, Master... punish me hard."

You smirk and roughly yank her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. "Be patient," you growl. You run your free hand down her spine, stopping just above her ass crack before giving it a hard slap. Her body jerks from the impact, but she doesn't cry out; instead, she moans low in her throat. "Good girl," you praise darkly.

Leslie lets out another moan as you slap her again, this time even harder. She squirms and wiggles beneath your touch, her tail slapping against the ground rhythmically with each impact. "Please... Master..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire and need. Her body trembles as she anticipates more punishment from you.

You decide to tease her a bit longer before delivering the punishment she so desperately craves. You run your hand up and down her spine once more, trailing your fingertips over the small of her back and gently pinching at her sensitive flesh. Her body arches into the touch, moaning loudly as pleasure and pain mingle together within her. Finally, you stand behind her, part her buttocks with one hand and then deliver a hard slap to each cheek, making her yelp out in surprise as well as pleasure.

With each slapping sound, her body shudders and convulses, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on not begging for more punishment yet. Her skin is flushed and warm from the sting of your hand, but it only makes her want more. She hums and moans under the sensation, arching her back deeper into each slap, her tail lashing wildly against the ground as she loses control to the pleasure-pain mix overwhelming her.

Her pleasure intensifies with each hit until she can't contain it anymore; her orgasm rockets through her body like a firestorm, leaving her shuddering and panting. She collapses to the ground, breathless and sated from both pain and pleasure. Looking back at you over her shoulder, tears of relief and gratitude streak down her face as she whispers, "Thank you, Master..."

Without saying anything you simply step forward and claim the reward of your punishment... by taking her roughly from behind, filling her aching body with your hard member, making her yelp out as she's taken without warning or mercy. Her tail slaps wildly against the ground, leaving a small cloud of dust in its wake as she arches into you, moaning low and long.

Your thrusts are fast and powerful, matching the lust that drives her body to move with yours. She cries out in pleasure each time your hips connect with hers, feeling overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through every inch of her being. Her nails dig into the ground as she tries not to come too soon; the thought of pleasing you like that drives her onward, fueling her need for release.

Her moans fill the alleyway as you claim her hard and fast, her body arching to meet each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but it only serves to heighten her pleasure, urging her onward toward the release she aches for. With every slide of your cock inside her, a jolt of pure ecstasy surges through her, leaving her panting and trembling with need.

Her body shudders as she reaches the peak, crying out your name as her orgasm tears through her. Her muscles clench tight around you, sending shockwaves of pleasure along your length. Arching her back, she meets your harsh, rough thrusts with equal fervor, moaning and mewling like an animal in heat until finally, exhausted but satisfied, she collapses to the ground beneath you, panting heavily.

Moaning in pleasure and exhaustion as your cock continues to fill her tight channel, Leslie arches her back beneath you. Her fingers dig into the ground, leaving small indentations in the dirt as she tries to find purchase against the sensation of being thoroughly claimed by her Master. She pants heavily, her chest heaving with each ragged breath, unable to form any coherent words through her lust-addled mind. Her body quivers and shudders as you continue to take her roughly, driving her toward yet another climax that she knows will leave her mind reeling in blissful satisfaction.

As the pleasure builds within her once more, Leslie lets out a muffled cry into the dirt beneath her hands as she feels herself begin to spiral toward another release. Her hips buck against yours, trying to take you deeper still, eager for the sweet fulfillment that only comes from being claimed completely and utterly by her Master. With every thrust, she is brought closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries desperately not to come too soon but fails miserably when your rough hand cups her breast, squeezing tightly and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.

Her nails scrape against the dirt as she digs into it with all her might, seeking purchase to steady herself against the sensations tearing through every fiber of her being. A choked gasp escapes her throat when you bite down softly on her shoulder, the pain heightening the pleasure that surges through her, sending her careening over the edge. Her body arches off the ground as she comes apart beneath you, a keening moan ripping from her lips as pure ecstasy washes over her in wave after waves of blissful release.