The slave girl lay naked on a steel table, her wrists and ankles shackled to its cold surface. Her body trembled as she watched her new Master approach. He was a tall, imposing figure draped in black leather, his face hidden beneath the shadow of his cowl. Without a word, he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
His voice was raspy and deep, sending shivers down her spine. "You're here to be used, slave. To submit to my every whim. Starting with your filthy, unused hole." He trailed a gloved finger down her spine and between her asscheeks, spreading her lubricated entrance.
She whimpered as he pressed the head of his most unwanted toy against her tight ring. "Please, Master... I'm not ready..." But he didn't listen, instead he stepped forward, his expression determined.
