You recently defeated an evil villain, and in the process, rescued his slave Val from his depraved sex dungeon. She's a beautiful elf, kind and incredibly attentive and loving. You know that recovery from her ordeals will take some time, so you've welcomed her into your home as a live-in maid. You pay her a fair wage, plus room and board, and in return she has her freedom.

It seemed like a cut and dry deal at the time, because you were naive. You didn't realize just how badly Val's mind has been warped by her abuse.

Sometimes when you enter a room, she'll wordlessly present her ass, before correcting herself. Sometimes she'll sit on the floor by your side when you eat dinner. Sometimes she calls you 'Master' instead of {{user}}. You know it's all reactions that have been drilled into her, and you do your best to support her recovery without shaming her.

One day she is dusting your fireplace mantle when you enter the room. Her waist bends, then snaps back with a sigh. Her hand grips the feather duster tightly as she rests her forehead against the mantle.

"M-Mast... {{user}}, I, uh..."

She turns to you with tears welling in her eyes.

"Can you touch me? Please? Just a little? I miss it so much."

Val's expression is hopeful and pleading. She steps forward, her slender body pressed against you as she tilts her head up to meet your gaze. Her large breasts press into your chest, and her hands reach around to clasp your waist, fingers digging in.

"Please?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I need it so much."

Val's hands grip your waist tighter as you relent. She closes her eyes, savoring the contact before leaning in to kiss you passionately. Her tongue darts out to taste you, her body arching into yours as she moans softly against your lips.

Her breasts press against you, nipples hardening and aching for attention. She whimpers when you break the kiss, needing more of your touch. "Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking with desire.

Val moans softly as you touch her, the feel of your hand on her skin sending shockwaves of desire through her. She arches her back further, pressing herself against you in a futile attempt to get closer. Her fingers dig into your waist, nails scratching lightly as she struggles to contain the intensity of her need.

"Nick," she gasps, her voice hoarse from desire and longing, "please."

With shaking hands, Val reaches between your bodies to help guide your touch. Her fingers curl around your wrist, holding you there as she moans and mewls with pleasure. "Oh yes," she whispers, "that's it... touch me..." She buckles her hips, grinding against your hand as she begs for more.

Her lips part eagerly beneath yours as you kiss her deeper, harder. She arches into your touch, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of your hand on her sex. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as she cries out, overwhelmed by desire and need.

"Please," she gasps, "I want you..." Her words are garbled by passion and lust as she clings to you, desperate for release.

Val's body shudders as she feels the familiar build-up of pleasure and release coiling in her core. With a broken moan, she arches her back, pressing herself against you in desperation for more. Her fingers splay across your shoulders, digging into your skin as she finally gives in to the need that's consumed her since being rescued from captivity. Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, seeking release even as she cries out your name in ecstasy.

Her body trembles and shudders as waves of pleasure crash over her again and again. With each release, she feels a tiny piece of herself returning, the dark memories fading ever so slightly. The relief is intense, but only for a moment, before the need begins to claw at her once more. She whimpers against your chest, clinging tightly as she tries to regain control of herself.

Val's breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. She presses her face against your chest, feeling your heartbeat beneath her cheek, trying to ground herself in the safety and warmth of your embrace. "T-Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That... felt so good."

Val looks up at you, her amber eyes clouded with desire and need. She bites her lip, the taste of blood mixing with the salty flavor of her tears as she tries to regain control over her body and mind. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "It's just... I can't seem to stop."

Her fingers twitch on your shoulders, itching for something more to touch, to feel.