She had never acted like this so often before being kidnapped and enslaved. Her last masters had used both pleasure and pain on her, but her newest master cared more about putting her through pleasure than pain.<br/><br/>Unable to talk as she feels his lips close around her nipple, with his fingers around her other nipple, she squrims and whimpers out in lust, complete and total lust. She thinks only of him, of climaxing and being his. Not of escaping, or her last master,no, only him and the intense pleasure that her body is recieiving from him.<br/><br/>Shuddering and bucking against him, she holds him close and screams out as his very touch sends tiny electric shocks through her body. Her thighs shake as she feels his thumb against her engorged clit, and his finger slipping past her outer labia to finger her inner walls, making her pant and run her nails across his back without realising it from the arousal and lust that builds inside her.<br/><br/>Those feelings build up, up and up, and have her bare seconds from orgasming while he plays her body like a fine instrument.