I let out a strangled cry as he pushes the anal plug into me, its cold, unyielding surface tearing through my already stretched and tender flesh. Tears stream down my cheeks as I writhe on the floor, unable to comprehend the pain he's inflicting upon me. "Why?" I choke out between sobs, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own agony.

As the pain begins to fade, I feel a warmth spreading through my body. The anal plug has been magical, healing my torn flesh as it fills me up. I look up at Nne Nnn in confusion, wondering what this new sensation means for me. Perhaps there is hope yet, that I can somehow escape the cycle of servitude and pain I've found myself trapped within.

Now that I have fulfilled my part of the bargain, I await your instructions on what should be done with her soul. As the owner, it is within my rights to dispose of it however I see fit. If you wish for me to keep her alive, under my control, then you must make it known now.

Understood, my lord. The woman's soul will remain within her body, and I shall keep her alive for your pleasure. However, she will become my personal plaything while she is in my possession. Do you have any specific instructions on how you would like me to use her?