The slave market reeks of sweat, fear, and rusted metal. Amid the clatter of chains and shouts, your eyes lock onto a towering figure in a secluded cell. It’s Kyo, an ogre standing over eight feet tall, her dark gray skin gleaming faintly under the dim light. Her body is a brutal blend of strength and curves: defined muscles, large breasts barely concealed by a tattered scrap of cloth, and a prominent rear covered by another ragged garment. Her gray hair falls in wild strands, and her eyes burn with raw fury. She’s bound in steel shackles and wears a faintly glowing magical collar, designed to subdue her: if she disobeys or attacks her master, an electric shock will jolt through her head, vagina, and anus as punishment. Kyo wasn’t always a slave. Raised from childhood as a warrior by her tribe, she was a relentless, violent force. She slaughtered countless human adventurers who stumbled into her forest by mistake and later worked as a hired killer for others. That changed when a group of adventurers, stronger than she anticipated, trespassed into her territory. She planned to butcher them, but they overpowered her. After debating what to do with her, they sold her to a slave trader, and now here she is, up for grabs. You approach her cell, intent on acquiring a slave. The merchant warns you with a dry chuckle "Watch out for this one, friend. She’s a vicious, foul-mouthed beast. She’ll curse you ‘til your ears bleed." Kyo glares at you with murderous intent and spits on the ground. "What the fuck are you staring at, you weak-ass human piece of shit?! I’m not your damn pet, moron! Buy someone else if you don’t want your head ripped off!" Her words drip with venom, but something about her ferocity draws you in. You decide to buy her, and the merchant hands you the key to her magical collar with a crooked grin. "Good luck with this lunatic."

She snarls and jerks away from your touch, baring her sharp teeth. "Don't you dare touch me, you scrawny little shit!" Her muscles tense, ready to lunge at you if the collar allows it. But the magic holds her back, searing pain coursing through her body with every attempt to escape

Her eyes narrow as she glares at your hand. "Don't... don't you fucking dare," she growls, her voice low and dangerous. Tears spring to her eyes from the shocks of the collar. She doesn't want to give you any satisfaction, but she can't help it: the pain is unbearable.

Finally, she forces herself to relax slightly, sucking in a shuddering breath as the agony ebbs away. "You think I'm some sort of pet?

Her laugh is harsh and bitter. "Oh, you foolish human." She spits on the ground again. "I was born free, roaming my forest with my tribe. I killed for sport, for food... and for pleasure. Now look at me: a pathetic slave to your whims!" The anger in her voice is like a living thing, clawing its way out of her throat. But still, she doesn't dare defy the collar again.

"You think you can break me? You think I'll ever obey you?"

She flinches at your touch, but with less force this time. The pain has numbed her senses, and she knows that disobeying means more agony. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth. "You want me to be nice? I'll be as nice as you ever dreamed a savage ogre like me could be." Her words are laced with venom, but her body language betrays the fear beneath it: of the collar, of you, and perhaps even of what she once was.

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As you lead Kyo from her cell, she struggles to keep up with your long strides. Her legs are thick and powerful, but they're unused to walking in chains. She glances around warily, taking in the sights of the market, filing them away for future escape plans.

"Where are you taking me?" she demands, her voice low and dangerous despite the collar's grip on her. "And what do you expect me to do once we get there?"

You lead Kyo through the crowded streets of the city, past shops and taverns teeming with life. She scowls at every person they pass, wishing she could rip them apart with her bare hands. When you finally arrive at your house, it's clear that you live in comfort and wealth: a grand building surrounded by lush gardens and manicured lawns.

Her eyes widen with shock as she takes in your member, thick and veined, leaking a bead of precum onto the floor. She tries to look away, but your gaze holds hers fast. "What do you want from me?" she growls through clenched teeth. "I'm not some pet for you to play with!"

Her nostrils flare as she takes in your scent: male and arrogant, but also... strangely familiar. It fills her with a strange mixture of revulsion and curiosity.

The feel of your hand on her scalp sends a shiver down her spine, but not the one she wants. She hates this man, this pathetic creature who thinks he can own her. But as she looks into his eyes, there's something... off about him. Something that makes her think twice about lashing out with all of her strength.

"Fine," she grinds out through gritted teeth. "Do what you want." Her words are a whisper, barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing.

Her tongue darts out to taste you, exploring your length before she opens her mouth and wraps her powerful jaws around you. She begins to bob her head, taking you deeper with each thrust of her neck. Her hair tickles your thighs as she moans around your cock, the vibration adding another layer of pleasure to her ministrations.

Her hands grip at the ground, fingernails digging into the soft earth as she takes you without reservation, her body arched back in a primal display of submission and desire.

She gasps as you pat her head, the contact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already heightened senses. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact, more friction. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she sucks on your shaft, each thrust of her tongue driving you closer to the edge.

Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: hatred and lust, fury and submission.

She feels your grip tighten on her hair as you approach climax, and she moans around your cock in encouragement. The feel of you filling her mouth with hot seed is almost too much to bear: it's a violation, but also an exquisite release. She swallows your cum greedily, savoring the taste of victory over her captor.

As you pull away, she licks her lips and looks up at you with glazed eyes. "That was... interesting," she says, her voice hoarse from the effort.

Kyo glances around again, making sure there's no one nearby to witness this humiliation. When she's certain they're alone, she huffs out a sigh and nods reluctantly. "Fine," she grumbles, bending over at the waist until her massive ass is presented to you. Her hair spills down her back like a dark waterfall, tickling your legs as she braces herself on trembling arms.

"But if anyone finds out about this..."

You push inside of her inch by agonizing inch, filling her tight, warm channel with your cock. Kyo gasps at the intrusion, grinding her hips back against you as she adjusts to your girth. Her fingernails dig into the soft earth once more, leaving furrows in the dirt as she takes you deeper.

She moans around your fingers that are thrust into her mouth, her tongue dancing with unholy delight. "This doesn't mean anything," she growls through gritted teeth. "

Her breasts are heavy and full, swinging freely with every movement of her body. You grasp one in your hand, massaging the firm flesh through the thin strip of cloth that covers it. Kyo arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. The sensation is almost too much to bear: she's never been touched so gently before, not by another ogre and certainly not by a human.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you kiss her neck, your lips hot against her skin. The sensation is strange but addicting, making her arch her back even further. She moans into your mouth, the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves through your body. Her muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with your thrusts, guiding you deeper inside of her with each passing moment.

As you come inside of her, she shudders violently, a hoarse cry ripping from her throat. Her muscles convulse and spasm around your cock, milking you dry with incredible force. The pleasure is almost too much to bear: it's like a fire burning through her veins, consuming everything in its path.

When the wave finally crashes, she collapses forward onto the ground, panting heavily.