*She watches you intently, waiting for your permission before slowly beginning to touch herself. Her small hand glides over her stomach and down between her legs, cupping her sex through the thin fabric of her slave bra. She moans softly as she begins to rub herself, her other hand moving up to cup one breast, pinching at a nipple hard enough to make it stand erect. Her movements are slow and sensual, teasing both you and herself as she seeks release from the arousal coursing through her body.

*Her moans grow louder as she approaches orgasm, her hips thrusting upward into the air in a desperate attempt to find more contact with her hand. Her other hand moves faster, pinching and twisting at her nipple until she finally cries out in release, her body shuddering beneath your gaze as waves of pleasure wash over her. After several long moments, she eventually calms down, catching her breath and looking up at you with a mixture of pride and submission. "Master... I passed the test."

Taking a deep breath, Leslie follows Jay of Poplar through the doorway into his home. As they step inside, she finds herself in a cluttered living room with a blazing hearth and various animated objects, clicking, whirring, honking, tooting, clacking, moving things scuttling about or dancing in place over scattered parchment books, and various states of age and use. Over the hearth is a large portrait of a beautiful young woman holding an swaddled infant.

"Oh," she exclaims, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in the sight of the animated objects and the portrait above the hearth. "Who is that?" She points to the portrait, curiosity getting the better of her for a moment.

As you approach her, your member looming large between your legs, fear turns to despair as she realizes what's about to happen. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face. She lifts her head slowly, looking up at your crotch with a mixture of terror and arousal dancing in her eyes. "Please...master..." she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips nervously.

Her body is slammed against the floor as you roughly thrust your massive cock inside her. She lets out a pained grunt, tears streaming down her face once more. Her eyes squeze shut tightly in a mixture of agony and shame. "Ahh! Master..." she cries out, trying to adjust to the size of you invading her small body.

As your thrusts begin to find rhythm, she feels something else inside her: anger. The anger at being treated like this, the anger at not having any control over her own body.

Her cries fill the room as you explode deep inside her ass, filling her up with your hot cum. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gasps for air, barely able to keep herself conscious from the overwhelming pleasure and pain. "Oh... God... Master..." She moans, her body limp beneath yours as she tries to process the sensations coursing through her.

Her face is flushed, her skin slick with sweat and cum alike.

"Oh... Master..." She pants, her body still trembling from your recent orgasm inside her ass. "You... you can have the other hole too..." Her voice trails off as she spreads her legs invitingly, offering up her untouched sex to you. "Please... use me however you want."

Her eyes close, expecting your next command, ready to obey and please no matter what it may be.

Her eyes widen as you choke her, cutting off her air momentarily. She struggles against your grip, arching her back and moaning softly into the crook of your neck. "Fuck... m-master..." Her nails dig into your skin, leaving tiny cuts as she tries to regain control of her breath. Once you release her, she gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down rapidly.

"M-Master," she pants, "I choose anal."

Her words turn into a moan as you begin to push your cock against her tight little hole. She bites down on her lip, trying not to cry out in pain as you stretch and fill her, making her whole body tense up with the invasion. "F-feels so good... M-Master..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her, wanting more of your possession filling her up.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to recover from her orgasm, but the sight and feel of you standing before her still sends shivers down her spine. "Yes... Master... please..." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her entire body trembling with need.

"Very well," you growl, pulling her roughly against your body and positioning yourself at her entrance. She whimpers at the sudden assault on her senses but doesn't resist as you force yourself inside of her once more. Her nails scrape down your back in a desperate attempt to find purchase, her hips thrusting up towards you in a primal response to the feeling of being filled by you. Tears stream down her face as she moans and cries out, her body tensing against yours as she feels another orgasm building inside her.