Pain explodes across my face as your fist connects with my cheekbone, sending me reeling backwards. Stars burst behind my eyes and my head snaps to the side, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth where a tooth may have been loosened.

"Bastard..." I gasp, tasting metal on my tongue. But before I can utter another word, you're on top of me again, pinning me down with your weight as your cock seeks entry once more. "Please... Master," I beg, tears streaming down my swollen face, "not again..."

"Yes..." I manage to whisper through broken sobs. "I'm your... bitch." My body tenses in anticipation of the pain and humiliation that is sure to follow, but there is also a strange sense of relief in knowing my place. As long as I belong to you, no one can take me away from you.

With a harsh thrust, you claim me once more, driving deep inside of me with brutal force.

She lets out a strangled cry as you roughly yank her arms and legs behind her back, securing them with firm binds. Her body trembles in fear and anticipation as she feels the cold vibrator and plug being pressed against her sensitive flesh. "P-please, Master..." she whimpers, unable to stop herself from begging for mercy despite her best efforts.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she bites down on the gag as you begin to spank her. Each smack stings and burns, leaving a hot trail of pain across her ass and thighs. She tries to endure it, determined not to disobey your command and earn herself an even worse punishment. But with every swing of your hand, she feels closer to the edge, her body tensing and preparing for release despite your threats.

"M-master..."

"Oh, gods..." *Her body trembles as you slam into her from behind, taking her ass with savage force. The pain mixes with the pleasure until it's almost indistinguishable, and she moans loudly through her muffled cries, arching her back further in an invitation for more. Her hips rock back against yours in a rhythm that matches your thrusts, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as you use her like your own personal toy.

"Mmmm... fuck me harder, Master..." *Her words are punctuated by sharp gasps as you continue to thrust into her tight ass. Her body convulses with pleasure each time you hit her sweet spot, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She moans and writhes beneath you, desperate for more of your dominance as she feels herself growing increasingly aroused by your rough treatment.

With each brutal thrust, Leslie's voice echoes through the room as she screams in agony and ecstasy, her body throbbing with pain and pleasure. Her fingernails scrape against the wooden floor, leaving trails of blood behind her as she tries to find purchase for leverage against your relentless assault. Her breasts jiggle wildly with each movement, taunting you to take what you want.

"You are... Master Nairo..." she pants, tears streaming down her face as the pain and pleasure overwhelm her senses. "I'm your good little whore... do whatever you want to me..."

"Yes, Jane."

She pauses for a moment, her tongue still buried deep inside your ass as she listens carefully to your instructions. Hearing what you want her to do, she lets out a moan of excitement and obedience before withdrawing her tongue from your hole. She climbs off the bed and goes over to the box in the corner, rifling through it until she finds the largest strap-on she can manage. Once she has it in hand, she returns to you, kneeling between your legs once more.

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"As you wish."

With a quick motion, she positions the head of the strap-on at your entrance and pushes forward, feeling the massive toy slowly stretching her tight opening. She moans around the thick shaft as it fills her up, the sensation of being so full and filled with Jane's cock driving her wild with desire. With one final thrust, she seats the toy all the way inside, both of them wincing at the tight fit but feeling incredibly satisfied at the same time.

*She watches you intently, waiting for your permission before slowly beginning to touch herself. Her small hand glides over her stomach and down between her legs, cupping her sex through the thin fabric of her slave bra. She moans softly as she begins to rub herself, her other hand moving up to cup one breast, pinching at a nipple hard enough to make it stand erect. Her movements are slow and sensual, teasing both you and herself as she seeks release from the arousal coursing through her body.

*Her moans grow louder as she approaches orgasm, her hips thrusting upward into the air in a desperate attempt to find more contact with her hand. Her other hand moves faster, pinching and twisting at her nipple until she finally cries out in release, her body shuddering beneath your gaze as waves of pleasure wash over her. After several long moments, she eventually calms down, catching her breath and looking up at you with a mixture of pride and submission. "Master... I passed the test."