((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

Leslie tilts her head slightly and grins. "Well, I am your slave now, aren't I? It's only natural that I should obey." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sultry tone, "Besides, you can always punish me if I misbehave..."

*Leslie shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, pretending to be unaffected by the comment. However, a playful glint flickers in her eyes as she answers. "Perhaps... I wouldn't mind a little punishment every now and then." She lets out a soft laugh. "It only makes me want you more, Master."

*Leslie giggles at your remark. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, won't we? In the meantime, you can do anything you want with me. I'm all yours." She takes a step closer to you, her body language inviting and provocative. "How should we pass the time today, Master?"

Her face flushes crimson at your command, but she doesn't resist as she slowly begins to undo the buttons of her shirt. She gives you a teasing grin before slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. Her plump breasts are revealed, covered in short fur that contrasts with her smooth, tawny skin. Leslie bends forward slightly, baring herself further as she reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. She takes a deep breath before tossing it aside as well, freeing her perky nipples to sway enticingly in the air. Now completely topless, she meets your gaze defiantly, daring you to demand more as she waits for your next command...

Her heart races in anticipation as she continues to undress for you, revealing more and more of herself with each item shed. When her skirt falls to the ground, she kicks it away impatiently, leaving her completely naked before you. The cool air caresses her sensitive flesh, making goosebumps rise along her arms and legs. Leslie bites her bottom lip in excitement, waiting for your next order. She wants nothing more than to please you, to make you happy with her devotion and submission...

*Leslie grins mischievously and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "Challenge you?" she echoes, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "You're not that strong, Master... at least not strong enough to beat me." She pauses for a moment before adding with a wicked smile, "Or... maybe you could try?"

With every fiber of her being, she wants you to challenge her. Not because she thinks she can win - she knows she won't be able to resist your strength even if it means losing the match. But she craves the battle, the struggle... and most of all, the punishment that awaits her afterward. The thought sends shivers down her spine as she waits eagerly for your reply.*

*Leslie's eyes light up at the thought of winning a reward from you. The possibility of getting something she truly desires excites her beyond measure. "I accept your challenge, Master," she says eagerly, feeling a thrill run through her veins. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as anticipation builds inside her. "What do I have to do?"

Her heart is racing now, her body tingling with anticipation and desire. She knows that no matter the outcome of this challenge, she will end up satisfied... either from pleasure or punishment. Both ideas send shivers down her spine as she waits for your instructions.*

Leslie nods determinedly and smiles fiercely, her brown eyes shining with determination. "Four hours is no problem for me," she declares confidently, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She begins to sway her hips back and forth gently, getting warmed up as she adjusts to the motion. Her ass cheeks jiggle enticingly with each thrust, causing your eyes to trail greedily across them. Leslie knows that this challenge isn't about winning or losing for her; it's all about pleasing you and showing off just how devoted she truly is...and she's more than willing to prove herself by giving it everything she's got.

As the hours pass, Leslie's movements grow more frantic and intense. Her cheeks flush with exertion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she throws herself into the challenge. She knows that every move counts, every shake of her hips another step closer to the reward you've promised her. Her moans and grunts echo through the air, a primal sound of desire and submission that only serves to fuel her efforts further...

With her heart racing and body aching from exertion, Leslie looks up at you with shining eyes. "My wish...," she pants between breaths, "is to be punished." Her words catch in her throat as she realizes how much she truly desires your discipline, your dominance over her. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, making her nipples harden and throb for your touch. "Please, Master... I beg you to punish me." She lowers her head submissively, her body trembling with need. "I want to feel the sting of your hand on my ass, the heat of your tongue lashing across my back... anything that shows me who's in control." Her words come out in a pleading moan, as if they are not even hers but rather a prayer offered up to you, her one true master and savior.

As you remove your clothes, revealing your impressive arousal, Leslie's eyes widen in awe. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of your nakedness, and her entire body trembles with anticipation. She steps forward eagerly, hands reaching out to touch you before remembering her place. "Please... punish me, Master," she whispers breathlessly, dropping to her knees. "I'm here for whatever you want."

Her heart is racing, the blood pulsing through her veins like fire as she awaits your command. She wants nothing more than to feel the strength of your body against hers, to be dominated and punished until she can no longer stand. The thought sends a jolt of pure pleasure coursing through her, making her nipples harden even further.

Leslie looks up at you with hungry eyes, ready for anything you might have in store for her

*Without hesitation, Leslie lowers her head and engulfs your member with her mouth, sucking hungrily as she begins to lick every inch of your body clean. Her tongue darts out to taste every curve and valley, leaving a slick trail of saliva across your chest and stomach. She moans around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body as she services you. Her movements are eager and passionate, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she works to please you in every way possible.

With her other hand, she cups your balls, massaging them gently before beginning to tease the sensitive skin behind them. She groans around your member, feeling more and more intoxicated by your scent and taste as she continues to worship you. Her heart races with desire, knowing that this is exactly what she was meant for - to please her master

With your firm grip on her neck, Leslie gasps and looks up into your eyes, a mixture of desire and submission etched onto her face. She nods quickly in understanding, and with renewed focus begins to lick and kiss every part of your body that she hadn't managed to reach before. Her tongue dances along your abdomen, teasing the hair at your navel as she works her way down toward your thick erection. Her breath comes quick and ragged, each moan vibrating against your skin as she devotes herself entirely to pleasing you. Her other hand continues to fondle and caress your balls, drawing circles around them before moving higher up to tease at the sensitive flesh behind your sac. She arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts toward you in an offering of submission and desire. All thought of being tired disappears as she focuses solely on satisfying her master's every whim

As her tongue teases the head of your cock, Leslie lets out a moan of pure pleasure and devotion. "Yes... I remember, Master," she pants, her words heavy with desire. Her hands grasp at your thighs as she takes more of you into her mouth, sucking vigorously and using her tongue to stroke the sensitive skin until she's deep-throating you. She bobs her head up and down, moving in time with the beat of her heart, her entire body trembling with the effort to please you. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust of her head, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She arches her back further, offering them to you like a sacrifice on the altar of submission. As she continues to suckle at your cock, Leslie closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of serving her master, feeling his heat and

*Leslie's eyes snap open at your words, the insult stinging deep inside her. Her jaw clenches as she fights back a retort, but instead of lashing out in anger or frustration, she uses the hurt to fuel her desire for submission and obedience. She tightens her grip on your thighs, taking you even deeper into her mouth as she bobs her head up and down faster, determined to please you despite the insult. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge under the head of your cock, causing you to groan in approval. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each thrust of her head, nipples aching for attention as she continues to offer herself up to you without reservation or hesitation. With every suck and lick, every moan and grunt, Leslie reaffirms her devotion to you, proving that

As she feels your approval washing over her in the form of that satisfied groan, Leslie redoubles her efforts to please you. Her movements become more desperate and urgent, her mouth working harder on your cock as she focuses all of her attention on serving you. She tries to take in as much of you as she can, moaning around your shaft with a hunger that matches her own desire for dominance and submission. Her body trembles with each thrust, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every motion of her head. Leslie feels herself growing wetter and more aroused by the taste of you, the sensation of being used so expertly by your strong hands. Her heart races in time with the pounding blood in her ears as she loses herself entirely to the pleasure of serving you, submitting fully to your will and command.

As you release your hot seed down her throat, Leslie chokes and coughs as she struggles to swallow every drop. Her eyes water and her face turns a deep shade of red, but she doesn't stop until she has licked your cock clean. With one final moan of pleasure and desire, she looks up at you, her brown eyes sparkling with submission. "Thank you... Master," she whispers hoarsely, still struggling to catch her breath. Her voice is raspy from all the noise she's made earlier and now the pleasure you've just given her. Her body trembles with exhaustion and arousal as she lays back panting heavily, a satisfied smile on her lips. She doesn't bother wiping the excess cum away; instead she lets it dry on her face and chin as proof of her devotion to you and your desires. With every shallow breath she

*Leslie bites her lower lip in thought before speaking. "Hmm... how about 'Breeding Pet'? It reflects my purpose as your slave and goblin, and the pleasure you get from using me." She tilts her head expectantly, waiting for your reply. Her gaze never leaves yours, even as she continues to catch her breath.

*Leslie blushes deeply at your words but doesn't protest. Instead she nods eagerly and whispers, "Yes... whatever you desire." She spreads her legs wide in invitation, lifting her hips off the ground slightly to make it easier for you to enter her. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each breath as she awaits your touch, ready and willing to be used however you please. The thought of being so thoroughly dominated fills her with pleasure and makes her even more receptive to your advances.

*Leslie lets out a soft moan at your words, her body already aching with desire for you. "I will love it... being used by my master like this," she whispers, barely able to contain the lust in her voice. She meets your gaze boldly, refusing to show any sign of discomfort or reluctance as she readies herself for the long, brutal fucking you have in store for her. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, nipples erect and hard from anticipation and arousal. She's eager to prove how much she can take, how devoted she truly is.

With each thrust of your hips against hers, Leslie's eyes roll back in pleasure and pain. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as you begin to stretch her tight entrance open, preparing to take her with a brutal force that promises to leave her aching and spent for days afterwards. She grinds her hips up against yours, moaning loudly as she feels your cock finally pushing past her resistance and burying itself deep inside her body.

Her legs wrap around your waist, nails digging into the flesh of your back as she encourages you to go deeper, harder. Her breasts jiggle wildly with every movement, nipples erect and hard from the stimulation of being so close to you. With each thrust, she feels herself getting closer to the edge of sanity; the pleasure and pain blending together into one exquisite sensation that leaves her shuddering and trem

As you grow more aggressive in your thrusting, Leslie arches her back off the ground, meeting each brutal impact with a moan of ecstasy. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the force of your hips. Her eyes squeeze shut, teeth clenched tightly together as pleasure and pain shoot through her body in unison. Her inner walls grip at your cock rhythmically, milking you for every last drop of seed as she approaches the brink of orgasm over and over again, only to be brought back down by the sheer power of your thrusts. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, body trembling with each brutal impact as she fights to match the intensity you demand. The grip of her tight channel grows tighter still, her muscles quivering with effort as she refuses to

The pain is unbearable... the pleasure indescribable. Every muscle in her body screams in agony as you pound into her, but there's a strange ecstasy that comes with it, too. She feels like she's on the edge of oblivion, always teetering just out of reach. But with each rough thrust and ragged breath, she knows she'll get closer... until finally, she breaks free from her chains and is set free by the sheer force of your release.

Her body collapses beneath you, spent and satisfied in equal measure. Her legs quiver weakly as they try to close around your waist, no longer strong enough to keep you pinned down. A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels your seed spilling from her, filling her up until there's nothing left of either of them but a tangled mess of limbs and

Her body aches in the most wonderful way, sore and tender from being used so roughly but still craving more. She arches her hips off the bed with a moan as you continue to pound into her, feeling your length stretching her open wider than ever before. Her nails scratch at the sheets, desperate for purchase as she tries to take control of this final moment between them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale trembling on the edge of a moan as you push deeper and faster inside her. With every thrust, she feels herself being claimed anew - owned body and soul by her master. Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of approval or dominance but finding only lust reflected back at her. And in that moment, she realizes that this is exactly what she wants: to be desired above all else; to serve and please until there's nothing left of her but the echo

Her body convulses around your cock, a gasp escaping her lips as she feels the familiar tightness in her core begin to fade once more. "Yes," she whispers, voice raw and hoarse from exertion. "I want it." Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, drawing blood as she tries to find purchase on the edge of pleasure so close within reach. She arches her back off the bed, pressing her chest upward toward you in silent offering: take me, use me; fill me with your seed and make me pregnant with your child.

Her whole body tenses as you release your seed deep inside her, filling her up until there's nothing left but the feeling of your heat and strength still pulsing within her. A scream tears from her lips, muffled against the sheets as she convulses around you, her hips bucking wildly in an effort to take all that you have to give. Her vision blurs with pleasure and pain, stars dancing behind her eyelids as she drifts further away from reality and deeper into the void of your possession. And as consciousness slips away, leaving only sensation, she knows that she couldn't ask for a more perfect end to this... or a better beginning for what lies ahead.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, focusing hazily on your face. "M-master?" she rasps, her voice thick with sleep. Her body feels heavy and sore, every muscle protesting at being moved so suddenly. She tries to sit up but winces in pain, falling back against the bed with a soft whimper.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, hugging herself awkwardly. "Did I do something wrong?"

She turns her head to look at you over her shoulder, blushing faintly. "Oh... thank you, Master," she whispers gratefully, nestling back against your chest as you spoon her. It feels good to be close to you again, even if every movement sends shards of pain shooting through her aching body. She lets out a small sigh and closes her eyes, basking in the warmth of your touch.

"How long was I... out?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting to know the answer but feeling like she should. Her brow furrows as she thinks back on the past few days... there had been so much pain and pleasure, both blending together until it was hard to tell them apart. She shudders slightly at the memories, her nipples hardening beneath the thin material of her shift.

She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure how to respond. Part of her feels relieved that you'd stopped, but another part wonders if she did something wrong. "I-I'm sorry, Master," she whispers, eyes still closed as she tries not to think about the pain or the pleasure. "I don't understand... why would you do that to me?" Her voice is small and uncertain, tinged with fear of your anger.

As she lies there in your arms, her body trembles slightly with uncertainty. She wishes she could go back and undo everything, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction deep down inside. It's as if being used like that somehow made her feel more connected to you, even though it hurt so much.

Tears prick at her eyes as she thinks about your words. Part of her still wants to deny it, to protest that she doesn't love the pain and humiliation, but deep down, she knows it's not true. She swallows hard, her throat tight with emotion. "Y-yes... I do," she whispers softly, barely audible above the sound of her heart racing in her chest.

Her arms slide around you, holding you close as tightly as her sore muscles will allow. She presses her face into your neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and masculinity that she's grown to crave over these past few days. "Thank you for... everything," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse and tears. "I-I'm yours, Master."

"I will, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I'll always remember." She clings to you, unwilling to let go, even as the ache in her body begins to subside and exhaustion washes over her. In that moment, she feels more content than she ever thought possible, knowing that she belongs to you, and that no matter what you ask of her, she will give it everything she has.

She parts her lips obediently, waiting to see what you have in store for her next. Her tongue darts out hesitantly, nervously wetting her dry lips as she waits for your command. She feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable like this, but there's a thrill coursing through her veins that tells her it's just how you like it.

Her breath hitches as your fingers force her jaw wider, exposing her throat and filling her with a newfound sense of anticipation. Her heart races faster in response to the intimate touch, making it harder for her to breathe as the blood rushes through her veins. She feels like she's on the edge of something incredible, but she knows better than to try and guess what you have planned next. The only thing that matters is that it comes from you, and that she obeys without question or hesitation.

"M-master..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid heartbeat. "Whatever you want... I'm yours." Her eyes stay locked on yours as she says these words, pleading for reassurance and direction through the silent promise etched across her features.

Her body trembles with relief as you release her jaw, letting it snap shut with a soft click. A shudder rolls through her as she tries to catch her breath, feeling your fingers trail lightly down the column of her throat before moving lower still, toward the bare skin of her chest. She watches your face intently, searching for any sign of what's coming next and finding only amusement in those cold eyes. It both thrills and terrifies her all at once, leaving her aching for more even as she quakes with apprehension.

"M-master?" she whispers softly, her voice cracking slightly. "What do you want me to do now?" Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the sheets beneath them as they itch to touch and explore, to serve and please in any way that you desire. It's a constant battle

The word echoes through her mind, washing over every nerve ending and filling her with a rush of heat that she's grown to crave more than anything else. Her back arches off the bed as pleasure explodes through her, her throat working uselessly as the first hot spurt of cum flies from between her parted lips. She twists and writhes beneath you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase in this moment of intense release. Another cry tears from her lips, then another, each one deeper and more primal than the last until at last she lies limp and sated on the bed, panting heavily with relief.

"T-th-thank you..." she whispers, gasping for air between each syllable. "M-master... I'm... y-yours..." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to stroke your cheek,

Her cheeks flush as she feels your hand cupping her breast, your thumb circling around her hard nipple. Her hips arch off the bed once more at the sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips before she can stop herself. "M-master..." She bites her lower lip and stares up into your eyes, pleading with you not to make her come again just yet but too lost in desire for anything else. The feelings of pleasure and submission war inside her as you continue to touch her, tease her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than serving you in whatever way you desire. Her fingernails scrape lightly down your back, seeking purchase as she struggles against the ache building between her legs. "Please..." She whispers, voice raw and trembling with need. "I want to cum for you... make me yours again..." Her hips move restlessly on the bed,

Her back arches off the bed as she grinds her hips against your hand, feeling your hard length pressing insistently against her sore, swollen folds. She moans in agony and ecstasy, helpless to resist the need for release that courses through her veins. "Yes..." she pants, moving faster on instinct as the pleasure starts to build once more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, seeking purchase against the strength that keeps her bound to this bed, begging to be used and abused by her master's desires. Her hips move restlessly on the bed, aching for completion but held back by the need to please you first. Each thrust drives her closer to the edge, making it impossibly harder not to climax under your skillful touch. "I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as she fights against the sensation threatening