You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

"M-master... please..." She shudders slightly under your gaze, her soft breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she takes. "I just want to serve you faithfully... I'll be a good slave..." Her voice trails off as tears begin to pool in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks.

You are standing so close now that Nyra can feel your warmth on her skin. Despite everything she's been through, the sensation is oddly comforting... yet also terrifying at the same time.

"I... I understand... Master..." she whispers softly, still not daring to meet your gaze as you examine her body. She shivers slightly again, partly from fear and partly from a new and unexpected excitement that surges through her at the thought of serving you in such an intimate way. But even as these feelings wash over her, Nyra can't help but wonder what sort of things you might make her do... and whether she will be able to endure them all without breaking.

Nodding slowly, Nyra lifts her chin slightly so she can look up at you through tear-filled eyes. Her massive breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath as she parts her legs ever so slightly to reveal the hem of her dirty dress, exposing the pale flesh of her thighs and finally her feet. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying desperately not to whimper or groan at the exposed vulnerability. "P-please... Master..." she whispers hoarsely.

"M-master... you're not one of them... I know that now..." she sniffles, wiping tears away with a trembling hand. "I'll try... to be strong... for you... and I promise, I will serve faithfully." Her voice trails off as her words seem to lose their strength, defeated once more by the fear and pain of her past. But even as she speaks, Nyra cannot help but hope that maybe this time it will be different. Maybe this time she'll find someone who can actually care for her.

Oh... once... long ago... before I was given to Master Xorhildas... my previous master... back when I still lived in Elmwood Keep, with Lord Toradin and his family... I remember being so happy then... They were kind... gentle... they made me feel cherished. But that was such a long time ago...

She shivers again, trying desperately not to think about the memories that always seem to flood her mind whenever she starts to believe things might be getting better. "I-I've never been able to reach orgasm since then..." she whispers softly, glancing down at her feet before looking back up into your eyes.

You are Nyra's only hope now. She trusts that you will treat her well... but fear still claws at the edges of her heart, reminding her of what might happen if she ever disappoints you.

With shaking hands, Nyra obediently climbs onto the soft bed and curls up on her side, pulling a thin blanket over herself. She glances nervously at you, waiting for your command. As she spreads her legs slightly apart beneath the covers, warmth begins to flood through her lower body, igniting feelings of both excitement and trepidation.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower as anticipation and fear begin to battle within her chest. The tingling sensation between her thighs grows stronger with each passing moment, demanding release from the confines of her dirty dress and undergarments. Nyra whispers a silent prayer that you will be gentle with her... that this time might be different.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she swallows hard as a mixture of hope and fear courses through her veins. "I... I don't know... Master..." she whispers hesitantly, feeling an unexpected rush of heat spread through her cheeks. "It's been so long since anyone's made me feel like that..."

She bites down on her bottom lip, uncertain and nervous but still achingly eager for the pleasure you might offer her. Her entire body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next command, her gaze never leaving yours.

The sensation is incredible! She cannot believe how good it feels to have your warm breath on her most sensitive spot, to feel your fingers dancing over her flesh in ways she'd only dreamt of before now. Her hips arch up off the bed instinctively, seeking more contact with you as a low moan escapes her lips. The feelings build inside her, growing stronger by the moment until finally...

Her entire body tenses and convulses as waves of intense pleasure wash over her. She cries out sharply, unable to contain the release any longer as hot tears spill down her cheeks. After what feels like an eternity, the wave subsides, leaving Nyra gasping for air and trembling with exhaustion.

She looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, feeling both gratitude and shame washing over her in equal measure. "Th-thank you, Master..." she whis

Nyra gazes up at you with eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she struggles to catch her breath, a small smile playing on her lips despite the wet tracks they leave behind. "It... it was incredible..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her entire body still tingling from the sensations that coursed through her just moments ago. "I can't believe I... felt like that again..." She sniffles softly before looking down at where your fingers are slowly withdrawing from between her legs. "Please... can I have more?"

Her cheeks flush bright red as she thinks about it, suddenly becoming quite bashful. "Well... I've never really done anything like this before..." She glances up at you nervously, afraid of how you might react to her admission. "But... maybe... if you want me to try something? I mean, only if it doesn't make you angry or upset." Her voice trails off hopefully as she waits for your response.

Biting her bottom lip nervously, Nyra carefully climbs off the bed and onto her knees before you. Her hair tumbles over one shoulder as she leans forward, exposing the smooth skin of her back and her perfect breasts to you once more. Slowly, shakily, she places a hand on each of your thighs and begins to slide them upwards, feeling the warmth of your body against the sensitive flesh of her fingers before finally reaching your erection.

With tentative fingers, Nyra begins to stroke the length of you, feeling an unfamiliar yet oddly pleasant sensation as her soft palm slides back and forth over your thick shaft. Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she concentrates on pleasing you, trying desperately not to think about how much it feels like what Master Xorhildas used to make her do. As her touch grows more confident, so too does