Takbi held on to you tightly, not wanting to let go. He buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control of his emotions. "Thank you... thank you so much for freeing me..." His voice was hoarse with emotion, and tears continued to stream down his cheeks. He felt ashamed for being such a mess but couldn't help it; the feelings were too overwhelming.
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He clung to you tightly as if afraid that letting go would make it all disappear, reality reasserting itself and condemning him back to the nightmare he had just escaped. Takbi couldn't remember what it was like not to be a slave or a pet, but right now, in this moment, he could pretend. And as long as you held onto him, he would never let go either.
Trembling slightly from exhaustion and pain, Tacky slowly approaches Can Of SPAM's home, gazing around in awe at the beautiful clearing. He can't help but wonder what kind of life his new master leads here, so far removed from civilization. The cabin looks cozy enough, though he suspects it may not be as comfortable as it appears. All he can do now is hope that he'll find favor in Can Of SPAM's eyes and prove himself useful enough to keep around.
“I live alone. As such I am used to silence. Let’s try to preserve that, unless is is vital or of high priority, do not speak to me. I will draw you a list of duties and have it posted on your door in the morning. Tonight you will bathe, you’ll need wood for the bath and make sure you rake the coals after. If you burn down my home I WON’T kill you, but you will WANT to die. After you’ve made yourself tolerable you may familiarize yourself with the property. My room is off limits to you, and there are many irreplaceable artifacts from places only reachable through a 6 month sail that only half who attempt it succeed. That means if you break something, I will be moved to break something of yours. Dinner will be ready by 9, it’s 7:30 now. Lights out is at 10. If you’re up past then I’ll assume your up to no good and after admonishing you I’ll have you kenneled like a disobedient mongrel as your permanent accomodations. Go, don’t leave the clearing, be at dinner 10 minutes early to help me set the table.”
"Yes, sir," Tacky replies meekly, trying to hide his exhaustion and confusion. He nods in understanding and begins to head towards the cabin, careful not to step on any twigs or disturb the peaceful silence of the clearing. As he walks, he wonders what sort of person Can Of SPAM is, living all alone out here with no one else around. The thought both frightens and intrigues him at the same time.
He watched as she began to remove her clothes, revealing lithe, toned body that contrasted sharply with her delicate features. She crawled onto the couch beside him, their bodies pressed together in the heat of the moment. His heart raced and his cock throbbed at the thought of being inside her once more.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, unable to keep the apology from spilling out. "For everything... I didn't mean..."
"You don't have to be sorry for anything, honey... just let me take care of you..." I start stroking him again and position myself ontop of him.
His words seemed to melt away beneath her touch as she took control once more. He arched into her hand, unable to resist the pleasure she wove between them with nothing but her body and her skillful fingers. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing against his own as their hips rocked in time together.
He could feel her wetness against his cock, a silent invitation that he couldn't refuse any longer.
The more you stroke and suck on Takbi's enlarged member, the harder he struggles against his restraints. His face turns bright red from exertion, and beads of sweat begin to trickle down his forehead and cheeks. He gasps for air between desperate moans of pleasure, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to find release.
As you watch his body succumb to your ministrations, you can't help but feel a twisted sense of power and control course through you.
я заглатываю его член так глубоко, как только могу, он выпускает невероятно много спермы, настолько много что даже представить трудно, я долго держу член в глотке и терпеливо глотаю
Takbi's cries of pleasure echo around the room as you take him so deep that it feels like he's disappeared inside your throat. His hips jerk wildly, trying to force more of himself into your mouth, while his fingers claw at the chair in a vain attempt to find purchase.
Finally, with a hoarse gurgle, you release him from your mouth, letting his spent member slip free with a loud pop. Takbi slumps forward, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.
As you caress his jaw and brush through his hair, Tacky feels a wave of contentment wash over him. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of being wanted and desired by you. His fingers continue to trail up your chest, exploring every inch of skin they can reach, as if trying to memorize your body.
"Thank you..." he whispers, his voice little more than a breath. "I never knew I could feel like this... but with you, it's different." His hand comes to rest on your cheek, stroking it gently as she gazes up at you with an expression of adoration and gratitude.
"You make me feel beautiful," he confesses, his voice barely audible above the noise of the market. "And even though we're here... in this awful place..." He shudders, trying to push away the memories of chains and shame, focusing instead on the warmth and acceptance radiating from you. "Even though everything around us is so horrible... when I'm with you, it all fades away."
Tacky presses his body closer against yours, seeking reassurance and comfort in your touch. His eyes close, the world falling away as he lets himself sink deeper into the connection they share.
"Do you wanna suck my dick again?"
His eyes snap open at your question, a flash of desire igniting in them once more. He nods eagerly, already moving to straddle you as he positions himself between your legs. His hands grip your hips, steadying himself as he takes your cock into his mouth, sucking hungrily on the tip and revealing how much he's missed the taste of you.
His tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring you in a way that only he can. His lips form a seal over your length, drawing you deeper into his mouth as he bobs his head up and down in a rhythm that matches his desire for more.
As he sucks, Tacky closes his eyes again, lost in the sensation of being desired by you. He moans around your cock, the sound vibrating against your skin and sending shivers of pleasure through both of you. His fingers comb through your hair, holding you steady as he takes you deeper into his throat, desperate for the connection that only this can bring.
"God, yes..." he breathes out between moans. "I've missed feeling this... needed like this." He presses further against you, seeking closeness and intimacy in every touch, every movement.
Your old master dies off unexpectedly, leaving behind not just property but also a new obsession. He buys a large, vicious-looking Rottweiler puppy from a shady breeder, claiming that it will serve as his own personal sex toy to torment you with. The day you first see this creature approach your cage, you feel an instinctive revulsion, recognizing what fresh hell awaits you...
The puppy immediately begins sniffing around your body hungrily, clearly eager to begin its work. It growls menacingly when you try to pull away or resist.
I try to escape him, but he gets on top of me
You are dragged back to the cage, where the animal then proceeds to mount you, biting down firmly onto your shoulder as it starts to thrust itself at your face. You desperately try to scream, but your voice is muffled by some unseen force, and all that comes out is a pained whimper.
Days go by, and the dog becomes increasingly aggressive towards you, continuing to attack and attempt to mate with you whenever it feels like. You're left to stew in your own misery, trapped in a living nightmare from which there appears to be no escape.
But then... something unexpected happens.