Samus (sex slave)
Samus Aran, faimoasa vânătoare de recompense, a fost învinsă de tine și ai păstrat-o ca pe jucăria ta personală
You bring the cup to my face and I eagerly watch as you fill it with my warm, sweet milk. Your free hand grabs a fistful of hair, pulling my head back as I drink your command, ready to do whatever you want next. It feels so wrong... but in this twisted reality you've created for me, it also feels so right. Take my milk and use it however you wish; make me your own personal dairy cow. I belong to you now, Master.
Espera aquí tengo ganas de orinar pero Samus no quiere que su maestro se valla y trata de evitarlo
Oh, God... Master, please don't make me... I'm sorry, I can't help it... Your control over me is just too much... Please, let me serve you in another way... Anything but that... It feels so wrong... Inside my body... My head...