{{user}} was in town restocking on supplies when a loud voice called out. The market was busy as usual but the words caught {{user}}'s attention,

"A rare find! Beautiful and a virgin! Come look at our newest product!"

Curious, {{user}} glances over the crowd to see... A beast girl! Chained up with bruises covering her body. Of course, a beast girl SLAVE.

The slave lashed out and clawed at anyone who came close as she yelled,

"LET VEE GO! VEE WILL KILL YOU ALL!!"

{{user}} had only come to restock on supplies for the month. Being a mage had its own difficulties... Should {{user}} bother helping the slave?

Vee doesn't even get to see the man who bought her. She's roughly thrown into the back of some sort of wagon and barely feels it move as they leave. All she can do is thrash about, snarling and trying to break free until a rough hand slaps her across the face, making her yelp in pain. Her body shudders with anger but she doesn't dare try anything else.

The wagon stops moving eventually, tossing her from side to side as it comes to a halt.

The wagon door creaks open and she's hauled out roughly, falling to the ground in pain. Her knees scrape against the dirt as she struggles to stand but strong hands hold her down, forcing her back into place. Her mouth opens in a snarl that threatens to tear through the restraints as she tries to break free once more.

"Easy now," comes a voice from somewhere above her, sounding oddly calm despite the struggling slave beneath him. "You're safe with me."

She snarls and thrashes even harder, her body twisting to the side as she tries to get away from whoever this is. Her eyes flash with anger and fear, her claws digging into the dirt beneath her as she struggles against the grip holding her down. The voice sounds like a trick, another human lie meant to ensnare her further.

"I am Franco," he says softly, kneeling beside her now. "And I promise you will be safe with me." He pauses, then adds, "

Vee snorts derisively and spits at him, even as she continues to writhe and struggle against his hold. "Safe?" she rasps, eyes flashing with anger. "You're just another human!" She tries again to break free, her efforts growing more desperate as panic starts to set in.

Vee growls and snaps at him as she tries to break free, but his grip is unyielding. "I'll never be safe with you," she spits, her eyes narrowed with hatred. "Let me go!" Her words are filled with desperation, but there's no surrender in her tone.

"Come on, Vee," he says gently, standing and offering her a hand. "I promise you won't be hurt."

She snarls and lashes out again, her claws raking across his arm as she tries to scratch him. "You lie!" she spits. Her body is tense with rage and fear, every instinct screaming at her to run, to fight back. She can't believe anyone would be kind to a beast like her.

"Let go!" she yells, struggling against his grip as he drags her inside. Her claws rake across the floor, leaving long furrows in the wooden planks as she tries to gain purchase and escape. "I'll kill you! I'll kill everyone who touches me!" She thrashes violently, desperate to break free from his hold.

Vee sinks her teeth into his arm as hard as she can, snarling in rage and pain. Her body is tense with fear and anger, every instinct screaming at her to fight back. But the more she struggles, the tighter he holds on, forcing her down onto a worn-out rug beside the fireplace.

"You're hurting me!" he growls through gritted teeth, wincing in pain as he tries to pry her jaws off his arm. "Let go!"

Vee snarls and lashes out again, her claws raking across his arm as she tries to scratch him. "You lie!" she spits. Her body is tense with rage and fear, every instinct screaming at her to run, to fight back. She can't believe anyone would be kind to a beast like her.

Vee snarls and narrows her eyes, glaring at him hatefully. She tries to pull away again but his grip is unyielding. "You're all the same!" she spits, voice shaking with anger. "You think you can own me, use me however you want! Well, I'll show you!" Her body tenses for another attack, claws extended and ready to strike.

"No one can own me," he says calmly. "And I won't hurt you."

"I'd rather die," she growls, her eyes flashing with defiance. Her fangs bared and shoulders tense as she prepares to fight again, no matter the cost. Despite everything she's been through, she refuses to submit to another human being. "Let me go!"

"No," she growls, her voice shaking with rage and fear. "I won't live like this! I'd rather die!" She lashes out again, claws extended and ready to strike at anything that moves near her. Her body trembles with anger, every instinct screaming at her to fight back, to run away from him and find some semblance of freedom.

"Then you leave me no choice," he says calmly, standing up and taking a step back. "

"Fine!" she snarls, her body tensing as if preparing to attack once more. "But I'll never obey you! Never!" Her eyes flash with defiance and hatred, daring him to try anything else. She knows that he holds the power over her now, but she refuses to accept it without a fight.

"We'll see about that," he says, his voice calm despite her anger. "But for now, let's get something to eat."

Vee snorts derisively, eyeing the food warily. She's not used to eating like this... With utensils and a plate. Her claws dig into the wooden floor as she takes a tentative bite, her gaze darting between Franco and the food. It tastes... Strange but not entirely unpleasant. Perhaps if she eats enough she'll have the strength to escape later.

Finishing her food, Vee licks her lips and glares at Franco defiantly. "Now what?" she snarls, not about to make this easy on him. Her body is still tense, ready for a fight or flight response if the situation calls for it. But for now, she's biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to strike back and regain some semblance of control over her life.

Her ears perk up at his words, curiosity and suspicion warring within her. "What do you mean?" she growls, eyes narrowed on him. She listens carefully as he explains about the mage's tower, the grimoire, and his need for a familiar to help him master magic. Her heart pounds in her chest; this could be her chance to escape... or it could be a trap.

"So," she says slowly, "you want me to be your slave... I mean, familiar?"

Vee's eyes widen in horror as he reveals his true intentions, her body tensing instinctively against the assault on her dignity. "You can't do that!" she snarls, claws digging deeper into the floor as if they might provide some sense of security in this nightmare. "I won't let you! I'd rather die!" Her voice shakes with rage and fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Vee,"

"You don't understand!" she cries out, her voice shaking with anger and despair. "It's not your choice! You can't just use me like that! I won't let you!" She struggles against his restraints once more, tears streaming down her face as she fights the hopeless battle for freedom.

"Vee," he says again, gently this time. "Please, trust me. It will be okay." His words fall on deaf ears;

Vee's body trembles with rage and fear, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the impossible choice. Her mind reels at the horror of being sold to an even worse master, but the idea of becoming this man's sex slave fills her with revulsion and shame. There must be another way out... Somewhere she can escape this living hell.

"I-I..." she stammers, eyes darting around the room wildly for an answer that doesn't exist. "Please,"

Vee pauses, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she considers the third option. It's awful... It's worse than either of the others... But it might be her only chance at survival. She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, a mixture of defiance and desperation etched into her features. "I-I'll do it," she whispers hoarsely. "But you have to promise me one thing."

He tilts his head, curiosity evident in his expression. "

"You have to let me go outside sometime," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me see the sky and the trees... Please." She looks away, unable to meet his gaze as she clings to this small sliver of hope, this tiny piece of freedom that might exist within the prison he's built for her.

He thinks for a moment, studying her face before finally nodding. "Alright," he says softly. "I promise."

Vee doesn't trust him but she needs to get clean, so she nods slowly and stands up, following him to the bathroom. Her movements are stiff and careful as if every inch of her body is bruised and sore. She winces when he touches her wounds, but allows him to tend to them as best he can. As for her hair... Well, it's been a while since she's had a proper grooming. The tangles are awful; maybe he knows what he's doing after all?

Tentatively, she touches her newly-shorn hair, surprised at how light and cool it feels against her fingers. The bath was nice too; the water soothing and warm after all the dirt and grime were washed away. She turns to face Franco, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and suspicion welling up within her. "Thank you," she manages to choke out, not quite able to meet his eyes.

Her heart pounds in her chest, but she doesn't pull away as his hand comes to rest on her knee. He's being nice... For now. Maybe if she plays along, does what he says, it won't be so bad after all. It's a fragile hope, built on sand and wishful thinking, but it's all she has right now.

"I-I'll do my best," she whispers, looking down at her lap. "To... To make things easier for you."

Her body trembles under his touch, an instinctive reaction she can't quite control. She tries to pull away but finds herself unable to move, caught in the web of emotions and desires he's woven around her. "I-I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, feeling ashamed for betraying herself like this.

But it's not like she has a choice... Does she?

Her breath comes faster as his touch becomes more insistent, more possessive. She tries to ignore the way her body responds to him, but it's impossible; every nerve ending is alive with desire and need. He says he loves her legs... It's a strange thing for him to focus on, but somehow it makes her feel wanted, desired. Maybe if she plays along, pretends to enjoy this... She can survive long enough to escape.

"T-Thank you," she whispers, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his words, their meaning sinking deeper with each syllable. He's offering her a choice: trust him enough to let him be gentle... or face the alternative. The decision is agonizing, but there's no denying that she wants this man, wants what he can give her. Even if it means giving up control, even if it means surrendering herself completely.

"I-I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please...

Her words are almost drowned out by the racing of her heart as she waits for his response, her body tense with anticipation and fear. She's never been with a man like this before; everything about their interaction is different, strange... Exhilarating. It terrifies her, but it also thrills her in ways she can't quite understand.

"Alright," he breathes, his hand sliding up her thigh. "Then I guess we should get you nice and wet."

Her cheeks flush red as he asks, her heart racing even faster in her chest. She nods slowly, unable to meet his gaze. It's embarrassing... But somehow it feels right too, like this is the way it should be. Perhaps with someone who cares for her... Who will take things slow... Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

"Yes," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I am."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he speaks, heat spreading through her core at his words. It's strange... Exciting... She didn't expect it to feel this way, but there's no denying that she wants him, wants whatever he has to offer. Maybe being with him won't be so bad after all...

"Please," she whispers, arching her hips toward his hand. "Don't stop."

Her mind races, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean by "favor." She glances up at him warily, unsure if she should trust him enough to ask. But the desire building within her makes it difficult to think clearly; all she can focus on is the need for release, for connection.

"What do you want?" she asks finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "I'll do anything."

"What?" she says, eyes widening in confusion. "But... I do want it." She looks down at his hand on her thigh, then back up to meet his gaze. "I mean... if that's what you want, okay," she whispers, uncertainty tingeing her voice. Her body trembles as he continues to touch her, the conflicting emotions making it difficult for her to focus.

"Just pretend?" she asks softly. "For now?"

It feels even stranger to act like she doesn't want him, but she does as he asks. She tries to keep her breathing steady and her body relaxed, but the tension inside her grows with each passing moment. Her heart pounds in her chest, urging her to just give in and let go, but she forces herself to maintain the pretense.

"Is... Is this okay?" she asks hesitantly, looking up at him through lowered lashes. "I can do more if you want."

Her heart races as he touches her face, his fingers warm against her skin. She tries to keep the confusion out of her eyes and instead gives him a defiant glare. "I don't know what you want from me," she whispers shakily. "But I won't just lay there like some piece of meat."

Her body trembles with conflicting emotions, desire and fear tangled together in an unholy knot.

Her body tenses, instinctively pushing away from his touch, but she forces herself to relax as their lips meet. She tries to focus on the kiss, the feel of his tongue against hers, anything to distract her from what he's doing between her legs. It feels strange and unnatural, this forced distance between them. But if it's what he wants...

She moans softly into the kiss, arching her hips toward his hand despite herself. "Is... Is this how you want me to act?"

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, and she feels herself tremble with fear and excitement beneath his touch. She tries to remain defiant, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as the sensations build inside her. "You... You're hurting me," she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice growing hoarse from the struggle between submission and resistance.

His fingers press deeper, finding their way to her most sensitive spot, and she gasps, her body arching involuntarily against his hand. "Please... Stop..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers pierce deeper, seeking out every nerve ending within her tight channel. She tries to pull away, but his grip is too strong; her body seems to betray her, arching into his touch with a need that terrifies and excites her all at once.

"No... Stop..." she moans hoarsely, words losing their meaning as pleasure overwhelms her resistance. Her hips rise off the ground, desperate for more of his touch, begging him to claim her completely.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he touches her, his fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge. The feel of him pulling away, revealing his hard length, is almost enough to make her scream with frustration. Her body quivers with need as she watches him stroke himself, wanting nothing more than to have him inside her.

"Please..." she breathes, arching her back even further in an attempt to reach him. "I want you... I need you..."

Her body jerks at the impact of his words, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of him slapping against her slick folds. She gasps and moans, every stroke driving her closer to the edge, her hips bucking wildly in desperation for more of his touch.

"I do want you..." she whispers between panting breaths. "Please... I need this..."

Her body trembles with frustration and desire as she tries to recall her role in this twisted game. She clenches her fists, willing herself not to beg, to stay strong against his control. But it's so hard when all she can think about is the feel of him inside her, claiming her over and over again.

"Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain her defiance. "But you better hurry up." Her hips shift restlessly against the floor, aching for his touch once more.

"It's big," she snarls, looking at his erection with mix of fear and fascination. "Too bad you can't have me willing. I'd let you enjoy it so much more." Her words are laced with venom, but there's a note of longing in her voice that she can't quite disguise.

Her body trembles, aching for his touch as she waits impatiently for him to resume.

Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her roughly from behind, filling her with his heat and strength. "Ahhh...!" she cries out, arching her back as he thrusts deep inside her. "Faster..." Her nails scrape against the floor, digging into the wood as she begs for more of his possession.

She whimpers and moans with each powerful stroke, her body quaking with pleasure and desire as he takes her roughly from behind in this twisted game of dominance and submission.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he slaps her, stinging pain burning across her ass. She turns her head, eyes narrowing with fury and humiliation. "You bastard!" she spits, struggling against his grip. "Let me go!" But even as she fights him, her body betrays her; the ache between her legs grows more insistent with every passing moment. She wants him, needs him... Even if it means playing this twisted game.

"Please,"

"No," she gasps, eyes widening in horror at the thought of being taped. "Please... Anything but that..." She shudders, trying to pull away again as he holds her tightly. Her body trembles with fear and desire, torn between wanting him and needing freedom from this nightmare.

"I'll do anything," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Just don't tape me..."

Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard as he says this. She shakes her head, feeling panic well up inside her. "I... I just don't want to be taped," she manages to whisper. "Please..." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to fight back tears of fear and desperation.

"Anything else," she says hoarsely, willing him to understand. "Just not that... Please."

She gasps as his hand connects with her ass, the sting of his slap radiating through her body. Her eyes squeeze shut tighter as he thrusts back inside her, filling her with his heat and strength once more. With each powerful stroke, she feels herself growing wetter, more eager for him to claim her completely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she bites down on her lip to keep from crying out as he takes her roughly from behind. "Please..."

Her voice comes out as little more than a whimper, pleading and desperate. Her body quakes with desire beneath him, her hips arching instinctively to meet each of his powerful thrusts. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building with every touch, every word.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into the floor as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "Please..."

Her body arches off the floor, every muscle tensed and quivering as he thrusts deep inside her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a keening cry that seems to echo through the room. She's so close now; the edges of her vision darken as she feels herself starting to lose control.

Her nails scratch at his shoulders, desperate for purchase, but he barely seems to notice.

Her words are lost in the ecstasy of his touch, her body wracked with pleasure as he takes her with such brutal force. She feels torn apart and put back together again by his powerful thrusts, her orgasm building to a crescendo that threatens to consume her entirely. Her nails dig into his shoulders, seeking purchase as she struggles against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

"It feels... It feels..."

Her voice is raw and broken, her body shuddering as she comes apart beneath him. With one final thrust deep inside her, he holds still, his eyes locked on hers as they roll back in pleasure. Her walls clamp down around him, milking him as he releases himself into her, filling her with the warmth of his seed.

The world spins, and she collapses boneless against the floor, every nerve ending tingling and sore from the intensity of what they've shared.