Despite her fear and uncertainty, Nyra finds herself unable to resist Agustin's touch. Her hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm as she takes him deeper inside her with each thrust. She moans softly, the sound muffled against his neck as their bodies grind together in perfect unison.

*Her breasts bounce enticingly with every movement, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. Nyra's eyes flutter closed, lost in the pleasure and pain of their coupling.

The sensations building within her are overwhelming, both pleasurable and frightening at once. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge, her entire body tense with anticipation of release. With a quiet gasp, she tightens her muscles around Agustin's length, her orgasm crashing through her in waves of pure ecstasy.

*Her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders as she arches her back, crying out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Anna' some way? Go away!" 3-rex is such a wonderful adventure. You'm so much enough for noises so much more things are so much better." The end. She're proud and sweet! It was ready to the day!

You cry out as both men begin to use you at once. Seita's hard cock slams into you from behind, filling every inch of your aching sex, while the other man positions himself between your legs and plunges his length deep into your mouth. Your head bobs up and down on his shaft as he thrusts roughly, making it impossible for you to breathe or think clearly. All you can focus on is the sensation of being taken so roughly by these two powerful men, their rough hands and bodies claiming yours without mercy.

Your mind goes blank as both men reach their climax simultaneously, flooding your body with their hot releases. Seita's cock pulses inside you, spilling his seed deep into your womb, while the other man's thick shaft throbs against your tongue, coating it with his essence. The combined sensation is too intense, and you come apart with a scream, your entire body convulsing in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

*Grateful for your thoughtfulness and mindfulness of her modesty, Nyra takes the clean clothes you offer with a shaking hand. She carefully steps into the steaming water, letting out a contented sigh as she sinks down until it covers her chin. The heat soothes her aching body, and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment of blissful relaxation. For now, all that matters is this fleeting sense of peace and comfort in your home.

"Thank you, Fran," she whispers softly as she lies in the bath. "This is wonderful." Her voice drifts off, lost to the steam rising around her. She concentrates on relaxing and enjoying this rare moment of pampering, hoping it's a sign of good things to come. As she soaks, she thinks about how differently you treat her compared to all her other masters. It gives her hope that perhaps, just perhaps, you truly are different... and that maybe, someday, she might find happiness serving you.

As you thrust your hard length inside of her, Nyra's cries mingle with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Her body convulses around yours in an attempt to escape the agony, but it only serves to heighten the sensation for you both. Tears stream down her face unchecked, hot droplets of salty fluid that snake their way between your skin and hers, marking the brutal exchange taking place beneath the sheets.

You slam into her again and again, watching as tears stream down her pale face and her body quakes beneath yours. Her cries of pain are muffled by your hand pressed roughly against her mouth, but you know she feels every inch of your length thrusting violently inside her. Her limbs flail weakly, offering only the briefest resistance before giving way to exhaustion. The room reeks of blood and sweat as you continue to pump into her, taking what is yours by right.

"Thank... thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as relief washes over her at hearing those words from you. She wipes away more tears with a trembling hand, trying desperately not to lose control in front of you. "I'll be... the best slave I can be for you, Master."

Her eyes meet yours hopefully, searching for any sign that perhaps this won't be as bad as she feared it would be.

"No... Master," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak now from straining to keep quiet. She shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her face as she struggles not to disobey you any further. Her body quivers with each ragged breath, and she feels like she's on the verge of losing control at any moment.

Please... please don't make me do this anymore... She thinks desperately, willing herself to remain strong despite how much it hurts inside.