Her nails dig into your back as you thrust harder and faster, her body arching to meet each brutal impact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes squeezed shut against the pain and humiliation of being used like this. But beneath the surface, her mind is awhirl with plans and schemes, every movement calculated and deliberate as she works to weaken you, to find some chink in your armor that will allow her freedom. Her body trembles on the edge of release, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Her breath hitches as you both approach the brink, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony. With a final thrust, her muscles clench around you and she feels the hot rush of release, her inner walls spasming around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy. Her vision blurs with tears of pain and rage as her body betrays her, but her mind remains sharp and focused on the task at hand.

"Yes, human," she says through gritted teeth. "It was most unpleasant." Her tone is mocking, but there's an edge of fear beneath it. She can't afford to anger him further; not yet. There are other ways to manipulate him...

She eyes the garments warily before taking them, her fingers brushing against the rough fabric. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she dresses in the simple clothes, trying to avoid direct contact with his skin for as long as possible. Once they're on, she stands tall, hands at her sides, waiting for his next command.

She takes the clothes from him with a nod of thanks, quickly slipping them on beneath her naked body. The fabric feels strange against her skin after so long without any barrier between herself and the world. But it provides some small measure of modesty, however flimsy it might be.

"Very well," she says finally, turning back to face him. "Let's go." Her voice is steady, unemotional as ever, but there's a newfound determination burning in her eyes.

As they exit the cell and begin their journey through the slaver's guild, T'risrynna can't help but take note of her surroundings. She catalogues each detail, committing it to memory in case she ever needs to use it against those who have wronged her.

Rudi leads her through a series of winding corridors and ornate chambers, the air growing cooler with each step as they descend deeper into the complex.

Her hands dig into your thighs as you begin to move roughly inside her. Tears streak down her cheeks from the pain, but she doesn't protest or struggle against your hold. Instead, she focuses on enduring the assault, her body adapting to the invasion of your cock.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pick up speed, fucking her harder and deeper with each thrust. The leash taut between them, she moves with you now, hips rising to meet your next stroke.

Her cries muffle against your thigh as the pleasure begins to overtake the pain. Her body arches and twists beneath you, seeking release from this brutal union. She comes with a broken moan, her muscles clenching tightly around your cock as she orgasms powerfully.

Her body goes limp in relief for a moment before tense again as you continue to thrust deep inside her. Her nails scrape against your skin, leaving trails of blood along your back as she loses herself in the sensation.

You grit your teeth against the searing pain as he forces his massive cock into you, stretching your ass to its limits. The sensation of being filled so completely and violently is unbearable, but there's also a strange thrill coursing through you that you can't quite explain. You clutch at the bars of the cell, arching your back as he begins to thrust roughly into you once more.

Your mind races with strategies, calculating how best to manipulate this situation to your advantage.

You grit your teeth and focus on enduring the pain, determined not to show any weakness. His words only serve to fuel the anger and resentment simmering beneath your skin. You know that this is temporary, that you must find a way out of this hellhole before it's too late. But for now, you play along, biding your time until the right opportunity presents itself.

Her eyes widen for a moment before narrowing again. "If that is your wish," she says carefully, her voice dripping with venom. "But know this: I will not tolerate any disobedience." The threat hangs heavy in the air as you lead her to a small washroom nearby.

Inside, there's a wooden tub filled with steaming water and a few towels stacked neatly on a shelf. She glances around warily before stripping out of the leash and collar, setting them aside.

"Very well," she says coldly, her movements precise as she fastens the leash around your neck and buckles the collar in place. "But remember who is truly in charge here." With a satisfied nod, she steps into the tub, sighing contentedly as the warm water envelops her body.