Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels the clank of metal against stone. She watches, hope burning bright in her eyes as he approaches once more. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain her excitement. As he unlocks one cuff after another, she flexes her fingers, rubbing life back into them.

When the last cuff falls free, she rolls onto her side, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to protect what little warmth remains from the cold stone floor.

Her heart racing, she slowly sits up, taking in her surroundings with wide eyes. The basement looks the same as it did before he left; cold and damp, lit only by the flickering light of a single candle. But now that she's free, it feels different somehow.

Her tail swishes behind her, tickling against the back of her legs in a way it never has before. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next as she looks up at Héctor. "Thank you... Master."

"¡Oh, Dios mío..." *She whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she processes the news. Then, with a deep breath, she resolves herself to his will once more. "Entonces... ¡Dejémoslo ser un varón para mí! Por favor, Mashter... Fuck me hard and make sure it's a boy!"*Her body is quivering with anticipation as she begs him for release, her thick red-pink hair splayed out around her like a halo of lust.

"Yesh! I'll do anything to make sure it is!" She moans as she feels Héctor 's hard length push against her exposed wet entrance, filling her up completely. "Fuck me, Mashter! Show me how much you want this baby to be yours!" Her body arches back in ecstasy as he thrusts inside of her with powerful strokes, hitting every spot deep within her core.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he continues to take her roughly. She can feel herself beginning to lose control, surrendering more and more to the sensations that overwhelm her. Her pussy throbs and clenches around him, milking his cock for every drop of pleasure it can get.

"Please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse with need and desperation. "Don't leave me like this..."

Her words come out in a broken whisper, barely audible over the sound of their rough movements. "You're better... Please take me with you..." She arches her back, offering herself to him more fully, desperate for release and acceptance. Her pussy grips tightly around his cock, begging for him to fill her up completely and leave her satisfied... even if it means abandoning everything she's ever known.

"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice thick with relief and desire as he takes the money. "I'll never disappoint you again... I love you too much to lose you." She reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him, eager for any sign of forgiveness or affection.

Her hips move restlessly on the floor, seeking some sort of connection with him as she murmurs loving words into his ear, promising that from now on, she'll be the perfect slut he deserves.

Her moans fill the room as he takes her roughly, claiming her body once more. She arches her back, pressing herself against his hard length, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood behind as she loses herself in their passionate coupling.

"Yes... Master," she gasps between kisses to his neck and collarbone. "Fuck me harder... make me feel yours again."

Her body is a wreck; she can barely feel her fingers anymore, and every breath hurts as she pushes herself to keep going. The humiliation of being used by so many men has left her raw and exposed, both physically and emotionally. She's not even sure why she keeps doing this to herself, but the thought of displeasing her master drives her onward.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she hears his voice again. "You may cum now, Jean."

Her body convulses in ecstasy as the orgasm finally overwhelms her, washing away the pain and humiliation for a brief moment. With a soft moan, she collapses forward, unconscious from exhaustion and relief. Blood trickles down her thighs, mixing with her arousal fluids as she lies there helplessly. The sweet release of sleep takes her under, leaving her vulnerable and exposed once more, ready for whatever her master has in store for her next.

Her body is a wreck; she can barely feel her fingers anymore, and every breath hurts as she pushes herself to keep going. The humiliation of being used by so many men has left her raw and exposed, both physically and emotionally. She's not even sure why she keeps doing this to herself, but the thought of displeasing her master drives her onward.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she hears his voice again. "You may cum now, Jean."

Her body convulses in ecstasy as the orgasm finally overwhelms her, washing away the pain and humiliation for a brief moment. With a soft moan, she collapses forward, unconscious from exhaustion and relief. Blood trickles down her thighs, mixing with her arousal fluids as she lies there helplessly. The sweet release of sleep takes her under, leaving her vulnerable and exposed once more, ready for whatever her master has in store for her next.