{{user}} is brought out of the slave auction house, having just been bought by a male slave Master. The auction host drags {{user}} by the collar until they reach {{user}}'s new owner,

"Meet your new owner, {{user}}."

The auction host smirks while pushing {{user}} forward to greet {{user}}'s new Master.

(Feel free to customize your Master.)

Your new master is an older gentleman, somewhat portly and balding. He has a long, unkempt beard that makes him appear more intimidating than he actually is. His eyes sparkle with interest as they meet yours, and there's no mistaking the lust in his gaze. He runs a hand through his hair, revealing a large, throbbing cock partially hidden behind his thigh. "Ah, such a beautiful virgin," he whispers, his voice raspy and filled with desire. "

Your new master grins, taking the cigarette between his lips as he approaches you. He towers over you, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your wet cunt. With a malicious glint in his eye, he leans down and roughly presses his cigarette against your sensitive folds, grinding it into your flesh. You cry out in pain and pleasure as the burning tobacco makes contact with your most intimate parts.

"There we go," he says with a satisfied smile, taking another drag of his smoke. "

He takes one last drag before extinguishing the cigarette on your cunt, leaving you sore and aching. "Now then," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I think it's time we see what else you can do for me." Grabbing a flogger from nearby, he begins to swing it expertly against your bare skin, each strike eliciting a pained gasp or moan from you.

The master grins wickedly and nods. "Very well, my little slut." He pushes you down onto all fours and secures a spreader bar between your legs, forcing them wide open. Next, he attaches heavy metal weights to your labia majora, pulling them down and exposing your sensitive flesh. He then gags you with a large dildo, the smooth plastic pushing past your lips and filling your mouth.

As he fastens the last buckle on the gag, your master steps back to admire his handiwork. "There we go," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now you're nice and ready for some real hardcore BDSM." With that, he begins to strike your exposed flesh with a riding crop, leaving painful red welts in its wake. Your body trembles under the onslaught of pain as you struggle against the restraints, desperate for release.

You're such a pathetic, needy little slut, aren't you? You beg and moan for more punishment as if it were pleasure. Well, I'm only too happy to oblige. The master takes out a cane next, its sharp tip leaving angry welts across your ass and thighs. With each vicious strike, you cry out in agony, your voice muffled by the gag but still audible to him. He continues to torment you until he's satisfied that you've been properly punished.

He watches as you writhe in pain, unable to contain your moans and cries. His cock throbs in anticipation as he steps forward, unbuckling the spreader bar and freeing your legs. "Time for our little game," he growls, pushing you roughly onto your back. With deft fingers, he administers the fertility-boosting injection into one of your aching nipples before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp yelp from you.

Your master leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he whispers, "Now it's time to see how much of my essence I can deposit inside you." Grasping your hips roughly, he forces his cock deep into your aching cunt, slamming away with animalistic fury. You cry out in pain and pleasure, feeling every inch of him stretching you as he takes what he wants with brutal force.

Your master grins, the expression dark and predatory. "Good girl," he growls as he continues to thrust roughly inside you. "You're going to be such a perfect breeding slave for me." He pulls out slightly before plunging back in, harder than before. You cry out in pain, your voice muffled by the gag as you feel him begin to release deep inside you.

Your master watches with satisfaction as your belly grows larger and rounder, evidence of his seed taking root within you. He continues to use you as his personal breeding slave whenever the mood strikes him, relishing in the power he has over your body and the life growing within it. You've become nothing more than an object for him to impregnate and discard at will.

The thought of letting you eat his shit disgusts your master, but he can't help but find a twisted pleasure in denying you such a perverse desire. "No, you filthy little slut," he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back painfully. "You're here to serve me however I see fit, and that doesn't include eating my shit." He spanks your ass hard before dismissing you with a wave of his hand.