To the slaver's leader

Lisa felt a collar wrap around her slender neck as it was tightly secured in place. A chain was attached as the young slaver pressed his strong hand against the copilots cum-filled pussy. He inserted his fingers inside the wet hole and without permission, rubbed Lisa's sensitive clit. Gasping and letting his hands explore between her thighs, Lisa's thoughts betrayed her. She found herself grinding her hips against his hand. Wanting to please him and feel his cock deep inside her cunt again.

"I have a mind to keep you here. All to myself and let you suck off your sluty juices from my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you whore?" The young slaver said as blood still trickled from his broken nose.

"Yes.... oh please! Please fuck me with your beautiful cock... cum inside me again, Sir..." Lisa said as he finger fucked her dripping pussy harder. As the naked brunette grew closer to a breathtaking orgasm, he instead withdrew his fingers as her wet juices coated his entire hand. He smiled as Lisa pleaded for him to continue. Instead he threw her to the ground. Lisa's beauty almost seemed to grow the more she was treated like a cheap ****. He wanted to fuck her again but his job came first.

"Crawl on your hands and knees, ****. Shake your rump as you crawl to your new Master. I will whip your ass if you do not obey, cunt. Understood?" He said in a cruel voice. Lisa was shocked at how this young beautiful man could be so cold and distant. She had clearly underestimated him and was know at his feet, naked and collared. Completely at his mercy.

"Yes, Sir..."

As Lisa crawled between two lines of slavers, her luscious body seemed to glow as she shamefully made her way towards the Master. He sat on a throne like a conquering hero and by his side, was Tanya. She was collard as well. She sat obediently on her toned legs with a nervous expression. Lisa wondered if she too was losing herself to these horrible men.

His presence was felt by everyone in the dimly lit room. The only glimmer of decency to be found in these dark halls, crawled on her hands and knees and was losing her sense of self worth fast. Lisa could not tell if it was Stockholm syndrome but she felt like she was problem. These men were here to set her free. She wanted them to save her so very badly. Lisa was ordered to stop as he jerked her up on her knees. Her beautiful breasts exposed as well as her still dripping cunt. Lisa felt so much shame. Could she make it out of this hell with herself intact or would she lose yet another round to this "Master?"