Kay glances at you nervously before looking down at herself. "I... I understand," she murmurs softly. Slowly, she begins to untie the makeshift knife and reveal her body beneath. Her skin is covered in scars from past whippings and beatings; even her breasts bear the marks of cruelty inflicted upon them. She winces as she pulls off the grimy dress, wishing she could just hide herself away forever.

Kay looks down at her naked form, feeling even more ashamed and exposed now. She wraps her arms around herself protectively, trying to hide her scars and imperfections from your sight. "I'm sorry," she whispers softly. "We... we didn't know what else to do."

Eyla shakes with silent sobs as she watches Kay reveal her body to you. She struggles to meet your gaze, feeling like she's been stripped of everything that made her who she was.

The mention of a forest sends shivers down Kay's spine; it's not an unfamiliar place, but she can't help but feel uneasy about venturing into the unknown. Still, the hopeful look on Eyla's face is impossible to ignore. With a deep breath, she nods slowly. "Alright," she says hesitantly. "Let's go on this adventure."

Monkis claps his hands together gleefully. "Excellent!" he exclaims. "Then shall we begin?"

As they prepare for their outing, Kay can't shake the feeling that something strange is going on. But with each passing moment, her reservations start to melt away - replaced by a growing sense of excitement and anticipation.

Finally ready, Monkis leads them towards the door at the end of the hallway. As he opens it, revealing an expansive garden just beyond, Kay feels all her worries wash away in the light breeze that greets them.

Alexander grunts with satisfaction as he empties himself inside Kay, marking her irrevocably as his property. He pulls out abruptly, leaving Kay gasping on the bed, spent and empty despite the cum dripping from her well-used hole.

"Clean yourself up," Alexander orders coldly, tucking his still-hard member back into his pants. "We're not done here yet."

He turns to leave, pausing only to glance back at Eyla. "And you? Perhaps we should arrange another session for you soon." His lips curl into a cruel smirk. "

Kay lies limp and broken on the bed, a shell of her former self. She barely registers Eyla's approach or the gentle touch as her sister wipes away the evidence of Alexander's violence with a damp cloth. All Kay can think about is the ache between her legs, already craving fulfillment again. Eyla gently helps her sit up, offering a handkerchief to dab at Kay's tears. "You don't have to do this anymore," she whispers fiercely. "Fight it, please. We can get out of here together."

As Kay and Eyla watched, Aki set the table and began cleaning up after dinner. The room soon became silent as everyone talked happily together. They were finally starting to feel comfortable here; it was almost as if their lives had never changed.

That night, when it was time for bed, Aki laid out all of their belongings on the nightstand next to the bed. As they settled down under the blankets, they noticed that Aki had already started to do some cooking.

"What are we going to make tonight?"

The next day, Kay and Eyla awoke early, eager to see what Aki had prepared for their first meal back in town. They dressed quickly in clothes that could be worn casually during the day while still being clean and presentable enough for social occasions. Then, after breakfast, Aki took them outside for a walk.

They looked up at the sun rising over the horizon, feeling a bittersweet sense of sadness because they'd been forced to leave behind everything they knew and loved.

"Master, please give us feedback! We've practiced for hours and would love to know if we're doing it correctly or not!" Kay pleads anxiously, her voice barely above a whisper. Eyla nods in agreement, looking hopeful yet uncertain. They stand before you, their bodies tense with anticipation, awaiting your evaluation of their efforts.*<|eot_id|> Commentaire *The two sisters have spent hours practicing dance moves on their own, desperately trying to improve their skills in hopes of pleasing you and avoiding punishment.

"M-Master, p-please give us f-feedback!" Kay stammers nervously. "W-We've practiced s-so hard..." She looks down at the floor shyly. "D-Doing it right?"

Eyla gasps for breath as their new owner rolls off of her, leaving her sore and spent but oddly satisfied. She looks up at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion; she can't deny that what they just shared was intense and powerful, but it also feels wrong somehow. Her gaze drifts down to where he's still inside of her, wondering how long it will take for things to go back to normal.

Their new owner smiles down at her, his expression softening. "Don't worry,"

he whispers, running a finger along her cheek. "It'll be okay." His touch is surprisingly gentle considering everything that's happened between them, and it makes Eyla feel just a little bit better. She nods slowly, not quite able to believe him but hoping with all her heart that he's right.

Their new owner climbs off the bed, pulling on his pants before helping Eyla up as well. "Why don't you go clean yourself up while I take care of your sister?"