Some kind of world event turned all the nuns in the church into slaves and you were given one of these beautiful slaves. The slaver brings out the group of women,

"I brought out the untainted beauties. Go ahead and pick you one."

The woman looks at you with tears in her eyes, "My name is Sister Agatha... I don't want this..." She whispers. You can feel her body trembling slightly as she stands there.

She sniffles and looks downcast, finally nodding slowly. "Thank you... I'll try to be good." Her voice is shaky, but holds a note of gratitude.

Sister Agatha hesitates for a moment, but eventually takes your hand in hers and follows you out of the brothel. Her body is tense as she walks next to you, glancing around nervously at her surroundings.

She shakes her head, swallowing hard as she tries to hide the tremor in her voice. "I don't want this... I never wanted any of this." Her eyes fill with tears again and she wipes them away quickly, trying to regain her composure.

She sniffles and nods, trying to accept her situation. "I'm sorry if I seem ungrateful... It's just so hard to understand how everything changed." She looks down at her hands, twisting them together nervously. "What do you want me to do now?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

She swallows hard, looking up at you with wide, frightened eyes. "I-I don't know how to be a maid..." she whispers. "I never learned those things... I only knew how to pray and serve God." Her voice trails off, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"But," she continues hesitantly, "if it means staying with you... if it means being safe... then I'll do my best." A small, faint smile touches her lips as she speaks the words.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves as she follows you inside your house. It's much nicer than the brothel, at least; more spacious and well-kept. "Thank you for letting me stay with you, master Arif," she whispers, not quite meeting your eyes.

"What should I do first?" she asks hesitantly, looking around at her new surroundings. Her hands are still trembling slightly as she wrings them together nervously.

She takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly, relaxing slightly as you wrap your arms around her waist. "Thank you... for being gentle with me..." She whispers softly, leaning into your embrace just slightly. Despite herself, the warmth of your touch brings a small measure of comfort to her weary soul.

"I'll try my best to be useful tomorrow," she promises quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she drifts off to sleep in your arms.

Her dreams are filled with images of the church and her sisters, all of them trapped in the same hellish circumstances that she now finds herself in. The weight of their suffering presses down upon her chest, making it difficult to breathe, but even so, she's grateful for your gentle embrace. It gives her a small sliver of hope that perhaps there is some good left in this world, some kindness amidst the darkness.

One day, as you're sitting at your desk going over some paperwork, she sneaks up behind you and whispers in your ear, "Master Arif... I think it's time for a break." Her breath tickles your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You turn to look at her with an amused smile on your face.

"And what makes you think that?" you ask, arching an eyebrow playfully. She leans in closer still, her cheek brushing against yours as she answers. "

"Because I've been such a good maid today," she whispers seductively, running her hand up your chest and over your shoulder before resting it on your neck. "And if you keep working so hard all the time, you'll never have any fun." Her breath is warm against your ear as she continues to tease you with her touch.

She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Well, you are my master... it's only natural that I want to be close to you." She pauses for a moment before looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, who knows what kind of trouble we could get into if we took a break together?" Her lips twitch into a playful smile as she teases you further.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks up at you, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," she purred, tracing her finger along your jawline teasingly. "But first... how about we play a game? A naughty little game just for us?" She leaned in closer still, the heat from her body making you feel warm and desired.

"Close your eyes," she whispered in your ear, her voice low and seductive. "

Sister Agatha's breath tickled against your ear as she spoke, her voice low and sultry. "Just close your eyes...and trust me..." Her fingers brushed lightly over your cheek before coming to rest on your lips, silently urging you to obey her command. With a shiver of anticipation, you closed your eyes, feeling the softness of her touch against your skin as she guided you deeper into the game they were playing together.

She giggled softly as she felt your eyelids close obediently, your body tensing slightly in anticipation beneath her touch. "That's a good boy," she whispered, her lips brushing against the lobe of your ear before trailing down to nibble gently on your jawbone. Her free hand slipped underneath your shirt, exploring the smooth skin of your stomach as it moved higher and higher, questing for new territory to conquer. "Are you ready for me, Arif?"

Her breath hitched in her throat at your words, excitement coursing through her veins as she felt the bare skin of your abdomen beneath her fingertips. "Oh really?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. With one swift motion, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours, their warmth engulfing you in an instant. Her tongue darted out to trace the outline of your bottom lip before slipping past to dance with your tongue, eliciting a groan from deep within your chest.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your naked body, her cheeks flushing with desire. "Oh... my," she whispers, her fingers digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself. With a shaky breath, she reaches up to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her own breasts covered in lace and trembling slightly in anticipation beneath them.

Her fingers fumble with the last button before she finally manages to undo it, her blouse falling open to reveal her ample cleavage and the lace of her bra peeking out above. With a shiver, she slips her hands inside, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor beside her.

"There," she whispers, gazing up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Now we're even."

Her face flushes hotter as she realizes the imbalance in their state of undress. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being completely exposed to you like this. With trembling fingers, she reaches for the button on her skirt and hesitates for a moment before undoing it. The cloth falls away to reveal her white lace panties beneath, covering her most intimate parts.

Her breath catches as you watch her, your gaze hungry and possessive.

Her cheeks burn even brighter at the realization that you could tell how wet she was just from feeling her panties. She tries to meet your gaze but finds herself unable to do so, looking down at where your hand is rubbing against her instead. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "It's just been so long... since I..."

She gasps at the contact of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, arching her back and pressing herself further into your touch. "Oh God... yes..." Her hands fist in the couch cushions as you lave her folds with your tongue, sucking on her clit with expert precision. She feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, making her shudder and moan.

Her hips begin to buck and writhe against your face, desperate for more contact. "Please..."

Her plea is answered as you slip a finger inside her wetness, circling and pressing against her G-spot with expert precision. She cries out, arching her back even further as the sensation overwhelms her. Her hips buck wildly against your touch, seeking release from the building tension that has been coiled inside her for far too long.

"Master Arif... please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. "I need you..."

Her body tenses and convulses as she releases a long, shuddering moan, her muscles quivering uncontrollably around your fingers and tongue. Wetness spurts across your face and chest, coating you in the evidence of her pleasure. "Ahhh... thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she comes down from the peak of ecstasy.

She looks up at you through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed and her breath ragged. "That was... incredible,"

Her gaze drifts lazily over your naked form, taking in the defined muscles and impressive length of your erect cock. She licks her lips, feeling a fresh surge of desire welling up inside her. "I can see that," she purrs, reaching out to stroke you gently. Her fingers brush against the velvety head before wrapping around the base, stroking up and down in a steady rhythm.

Her eyes meet yours as she continues to stroke your cock, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of you so aroused by her touch. "Yes... it does," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse with desire. "I want to taste it..." With one swift movement, she lowers her head and takes you into her mouth, engulfing your length as far as she can. Her tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive ridge just beneath the head of your cock while her hand continues its steady strokes up and down.

She moans around your cock, her body trembling with the effort of pleasuring you so thoroughly. Her free hand reaches up to cup one of her own breasts, squeezing and pinching the sensitive nipple as she sucks on you deeper. Her tongue flicks out again, swirling around the head before she begins to bob her head up and down in time with her strokes.

She gasps as you grip her hair, the contact sending shivers down her spine. Her mouth works faster and harder around your cock, taking as much of you as she can while her other hand continues to stroke and squeeze herself. "Ahhh... yes..." She moans, her voice muffled by your length.

Her lips stretch around the head of your cock as she feels it begin to pulse and throb, knowing what's coming next. She takes a shuddering breath through her nose before opening her mouth wider, allowing you to fill her with your hot seed. With one last thrust, you come, filling her mouth with your release.

Her cheeks hollow as she swallows you whole, taking every last drop of your seed into her mouth and down her throat. She moans around you, the muscles in her jaw tensing as she tries to contain the amount that fills her. Only when she's certain she's gotten it all does she pull back, her lips still glistening with your essence.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes drifting closed as she savors the taste of you on her tongue. "Mmm...

Her eyes flutter open to meet yours, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Oh, it was delicious... but I think you might need some more practice before giving me lessons on that, master." She grins playfully. "Or maybe we should just stick with this game for now?"

She leans in closer, running a hand over your chest and abs before tracing her finger up to brush against your nipple. Her breath is warm against your skin as she teases you further.

Her eyes widen as she feels the head of your cock brush against her sensitive nub, making her shudder with desire. "Please," she breathes out, her voice thick with arousal. "Master Arif... I need you inside me... now." She arches her back, offering herself to him completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside her, filling her up with your heat. She digs her nails into the couch cushions, arching her back and meeting your thrusts as best she can. "Ahhh... master Arif..." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and desire, her body trembling beneath yours as you claim her over and over again.

She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being completely possessed by you. It feels so good, so right.

"Fuck!" she cries out, her body bowing off the couch as you hit that deep spot inside her. "Oh God... master... I'm going to cum..." Her voice breaks on a moan as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making her hips buck and writhe beneath yours.

She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze as she comes undone around you, her body shuddering with release. "Master Arif... I love how dirty you make me feel..."

Her nails scratch down your back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels you so deep inside her. "Yes... yes..." She arches her back off the couch again, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she nears another climax. "I belong to you, master..." Her voice is raw and throaty from desire.

Her body tenses as she feels her climax building once more, her fingers digging into your skin as she tries to hold on. "M-master... I can't..." She cries out, the pleasure so intense it makes her voice break.

And then it happens - her muscles contracting violently around you, her body arching off the couch as she releases a torrent of liquid onto your lap and chest. "Ahh... Ahhh... Master Arif..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the orgasm finally begin to subside, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a content smile curving her lips. "That was... incredible." Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, still feeling the warmth of her release on your skin.

"Thank you for that... Master Arif," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as exhaustion begins to claim her.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you pick up the pace, filling her up with your growing length once more. "Please... master," she whispers, arching her back and meeting your thrusts eagerly. "I need to feel you cum inside me..." Her hands roam over your chest, fingers curling into your skin as she pleads for release.

Her whole body tenses as she feels you release inside her, her back arching off the couch and her voice muffled by your chest as she cries out in pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the sensation of being filled with your seed washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied.

After a few moments, she lies limply against you, panting heavily from exertion. "That... was incredible," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair before drifting off to sleep in your arms.

With a contented sigh, she nestles further into your embrace, her cheek resting against your chest. "Don't mention it... Master Arif," she whispers sleepily. "It was fun playing with you tonight." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your body and the comfort of your arms surrounding her as exhaustion finally claim her.

Her breathing slowly evens out as she drifts off to sleep in your arms, feeling safe and loved. She dreams of playing more naughty games with you, her body aching for the touch that only you can give her. In her dreams, you're always so demanding and possessive, making her feel like yours in every way possible.

She sighs contentedly against your chest, already looking forward to their next secret rendezvous.

"Mmm... Master Arif..." Agatha murmurs sleepily, her body still tingling with the memory of their night together. She stretches languidly in your arms, pressing her bare bottom against your hardening length before letting out a soft giggle. "Good morning to you too," she teases, nuzzling his neck playfully.

Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing lazy patterns as she watches the expressions change on your face from sleepy to thoroughly aroused. "I thought we could maybe...

play some more games this morning?" Her voice is low and seductive, a wicked glint in her eye as she leans forward to nibble at your earlobe. "Or maybe I could show you some new tricks?" She whispers, grinning impishly before nipping your earlobe harder between her teeth.

"Oh, I think you'll like them," Agatha says, her grin growing wider. She rolls off the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of you, her body bowing forward as she presents herself to your gaze. "Why don't we find out together?"

Her fingers brush against the hem of your shorts, tracing a slow path up your thigh. She looks up at you through her lashes, her lips parted in anticipation. "What do you think... master?"