Bite your lip and fight for control.

Your body is your enemy. Submit. Obey. Yield. Capitulate. Be the horny, sex starved serum girl you are meant to be. Give in to your need. Embrace thraldom. Be a fuckpet.

Freedom... a small part of you fights.

Arms restrained behind your back you find your small body moving in concert with her ministrations. “You want to tell me. You know you’re a natural ****. I am your mistress... don’t you want a cock inside you, thrusting deep into your tight, hot, wet, slippery, virgin, hungry, **** cunt?”

Her word flow enticingly over you. You bite your lip, stifling a girlish moan or assent as you feel an orgasm threatening. Yes. Yes. Yes... You struggle. “No,” you whisper hoarsely.

You are about to cum when she withdraws her fingers. You gasp in frustration. “Please mistress. Finish me.” You beg.

She hitches you to a **** rail and turns to the **** leashed and collared in tandem with you. “This slut was the slaver hunting for you. She would have captured you and sold you. Do you have a jam?” Tracy asks as she removes the other slaves leash and collar.

“Karl,” she says.

“Right Karli, I want you to find out where her gold is. Play with her. But do not let her find sexual release. I will see to your release to a serum girl village if you break her. Have fun you tel,” Tracy says

Karli eyes you with animosity. “A slaver Huh?”