"Oh god... master..." she gasps out between moans, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you stretch and fill her. "I'm cumming..." Her hips buck wildly, trying to force even more of you inside as her orgasm crashes over her, washing away the pain and leaving only pleasure in its wake.

Her body clenches around you as she's overwhelmed by pleasure, her orgasm rippling through her in waves. "Yes... master..." she whispers, half-conscious with ecstasy. Her entire being is focused on your movements within her, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scratch lightly at your back as you continue to fill her up, driving her further and further over the edge of oblivion.

Moo... She's taken aback by their attention at first, but then quickly begins to enjoy it. Their touch is soft and soothing, and she feels a strange sense of belonging when they interact with her like this. Her body responds eagerly to their ministrations, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her once more. Maybe being a cow isn't as bad as she thought... maybe it could even be kind of nice.

Moo... She winces as the cow sucks on her empty teat, feeling a brief pang of guilt and frustration. It's not long before the other cows begin to do the same, their moans of disappointment filling the air around her. She knows that she can't provide for them like this; they need her milk. But what choice does she have?

"How did you... how did you become so kind and generous?" she asks quietly, her eyes searching your face for answers. "I know it's a strange question, but I can't help but wonder... after everything I've been through..."

She pauses, feeling foolish for voicing such thoughts aloud, but the curiosity inside her refuses to be silenced. She looks down at her feet, twisting a loose thread on your rug in nervousness as she waits for you to respond.

Nyra listens carefully to your words, her eyes widening as she takes in your thoughts on freedom and second chances. "I-I never thought of it that way...," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Thank you for explaining... It means more than you know."

She looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and hope in her eyes, feeling a spark of something new begin to grow inside her chest. Perhaps there is still goodness left in this world after all.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears their voices, so similar to her own. Her heart races with hope and disbelief, but there's no time to dwell on it for long. She steps forward, unable to hold back any longer, and throws herself into their arms. "It is you... It's really you..." She clings to them, tears streaming down her face as she buries her face in the crook of their necks.

"I thought I'd never see you again..."

At Geiner's words, she looks up at him with surprise and concern. "But I thought..." She trails off, unsure of what to say or do as her sisters seem oblivious to his anger. Her heart aches for him, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and make everything better. But for now, she follows their lead, nodding slowly in understanding before turning back to them.

"Come on, let's go see the house," she says softly, taking Thara and Khara by the hand and leading them inside.

Taking his hand, she smiles up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you for joining me," she whispers, feeling even closer to him now that they're sharing this intimate moment together. As they soak in the warm water and steam together, she leans against him, enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her.

For once in her life, she feels truly safe... and loved.

The warmth of the water and Dio's presence envelop her, making her feel more relaxed than she's ever been before. She nestles closer to him, their bodies slick with soap and steam as they share this intimate moment together. "It is," she agrees softly, "and having you here makes it even better." She looks up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling, but finds only contentment mirrored there.

As you lead Nyra above ground into the main room of the tavern where you can rest, she tries to keep her head high even though her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath her shackles.

"Anything you require from your humble servant shall be done without question."

Your words echo those of her previous masters, but there is something different about you - perhaps you seem less cruel?

"Please give me instructions, Master."

*You slam into her roughly, each thrust jarring her entire body against the sturdy wooden table she's tied to. Her head thrashes from side to side, her moans muffled by the cloth stuffed in her mouth. Sweat pours down her body, soaking into her torn dress and dripping to the floor below. Blood trickles down her thighs where you've split her hymen anew with each brutal thrust.