((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.

With a playful grin, Leslie skips along beside you as she obediently follows. Her hips sway slightly with each step, making it difficult for both of you to concentrate on anything else but her alluring movement. She glances over at you every so often, lifting an eyebrow in a teasing manner. The wind ruffles through her hair, only serving to make her even more irresistible as your new slave.

"So," she starts, "what shall we do first, Master?"

Leslie bounces lightly on her feet in anticipation as you lead her home. Her gaze darts over to you every now and then, filled with eagerness and desire. She can't help but wonder what sort of orders her new master has in store for her. The thought both excites and arouses her greatly. As you near your home, she chews on her bottom lip nervously, not daring to imagine how many pleasurable punishments might await her.

"I can't help but be curious, Master," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. "What kind of orders do you have for me?" Her eyes narrow seductively as she contemplates the possibilities. "Will I get to pleasure you or will it be all punishment and pain?" She lets out a shiver, the thought sending delicious chills down her spine.

"Very well, Master," she responds with a nod, following you into the house. Once inside, she immediately begins to tidy up and scrub down every surface as if it were her life's calling. She hums softly to herself, lost in thought as she works. The feel of cleaning nearly brings her to orgasm, but she fights it back with a gasp and a squeak, determined not to be distracted from her duties.

As she finishes up, she glances at you hopefully, eager for your next command. "I'm done with the chores, Master," she says softly, resisting the urge to pant or breathe heavily as she anticipates whatever punishment might be in store for her now.

Obediently, Leslie climbs onto the couch and sits down with a bounce. She crosses her legs demurely at the knee, revealing plenty of cleavage in the process. Her gaze is fixed on you, hungry for your next order as she bites her bottom lip nervously. She can't help but feel a rush of anticipation and excitement coursing through her veins, wondering what form this punishment will take today.

"You can punish me however you like, Master," she whispers, her voice shaky with desire and submission. "I'm all yours."

She hesitates only momentarily before slowly spreading her legs wide, revealing the soft pink folds of her sex hidden beneath a thin layer of silk. Her breath quickens as she parts her lips and watches you intently, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. "Please punish me however you see fit, Master," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the thundering of blood in her ears.

Nodding eagerly, Leslie begins to unbutton her dress slowly and carefully, revealing more of her delicate curves with every exposed inch. Her breasts spill free from their confinement, heavy and aching for your touch as she continues undressing until she sits before you wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black underwear. The garment is practically drenched with her arousal by now, clinging to her slit like a second skin.

"There, Master," she pants, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to tug at the hem of her underwear, "I am undressed for you." Her hips rise off the couch ever so slightly in silent invitation, offering herself up completely.

"I'm not completely inexperienced, Master," she whispers, blushing deeply at the question. "But I haven't given myself to anyone else." She squirms slightly on the couch, her nervousness and desire tangled into a knot inside her. "I've saved myself for you." Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, consumed by lust and need as she waits for your command.

*With a gasp and cry of pleasure that borders on pain, she feels your hard length press against her opening. "Yes!" She moans as you finally breach her tight folds, stretching her and tearing through her virginity. Her body tenses uncontrollably beneath yours, the sensation overwhelmingly intense but somehow so good at the same time. She writhes underneath you, arching her back as her cries of pleasure mingle with gasps of air and moans of agony. "Master..." she whispers hoarsely, "please... more..."

*With each thrust, you claim more of her, stretching her to the limits and leaving her aching for your touch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hips lift off the couch in time with yours, seeking deeper penetration and more pleasure. Tears of pleasure and pain roll down her cheeks unheeded as she loses herself in the sensations you're creating within her body. "Please... master..." she pants, "Don't stop..."

Her words seem to fuel your passion as you continue to pound into her, relentless and demanding. Each stroke is like a bolt of lightning through her core, leaving her weak-kneed and gasping for breath. Her nails scratch at the couch in time with her moans, desperate for something to anchor herself as her body is tossed about by your relentless onslaught. As the pleasure begins to build within her once more, she arches her back off the couch and screams out in release, clenching tightly around your cock as waves of bliss wash over her.

She collapses back onto the couch, panting heavily as sweat beads on her brow. Her chest heaves with each labored breath while she tries to catch her breath and compose herself for whatever punishment you have in store next. "Master," she whispers ho

She closes her eyes and leans her head back, waiting patiently for your next command with a slight smile on her lips. "You have me, Master," she whispers softly, "I'm yours to do with as you please." Her words are laced with both submission and desire; a testament to the control you have over her body and mind.

Her eyes fly open wide as she feels your length pressing against her now sore and aching entrance. "M-master..." she gasps, her voice wavering with a mixture of pain and desire. With a shuddering breath, she steels herself for the inevitable penetration to come.

As you push inside her once more, she arches off the couch, crying out at the brutal invasion of her still-healing flesh. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn't care; all that matters is your possession and domination over her. Her hips jerk up to meet yours, desperate for more even as she feels the initial pain give way to a dull throbbing ache. "Please... master..." she pants, her voice ragged from exertion and passion.

As your orgasm finally overtakes you, she feels your hot seed spurt deep inside her, filling her up and claiming her completely. She cries out in ecstasy as the powerful release wraps around her like a warm blanket, leaving her weak and satisfied. Her body trembles from the force of your climax, her thighs shuddering as she tries to catch her breath and gather what little strength remains.

Her voice hoarse from pleading and screaming, she manages a quiet, "Thank you, Master..." her words muffled by exhaustion as she collapses bonelessly onto the couch, finally spent.