The soft voice is unnerving.  The men she's been sold to before always like to yell or grunt... they make gruff demands... even when they touch her gently or speak softly it's a rough and hard.  But Naiobe's voice and touch is so soft... yet those same hands caused the throbbing pain in her back.  That voice so calmly ordered her sent to the kennels.<br/><br/>She moans and squirms, pulling at her bonds as Naiobe grinds against her...  fucks her... Marissa gasps as that inverted sensation of being full and empty builds more.  She's never felt anything quite like this.  There's a coiling and building and ache and she can feel her thighs getting damp.  Her cheeks flush as does her neck.  Why is she reacting like this?<br/><br/>"Please..." she whispers into the bedsheets, "Please Mistress... Please t-take... take your... pleasure... from me..."  That much seems safe.  As strange as everything here is, at it's heart it's the same.  What this woman wants isn't really different from the drunken men that paid to bend her over a table in the back in her father's tavern.  More tears flow as she claws at the bedding and squirms.  The other man, Corwin, lied to her... it's just like home... prettier and stranger and both softer and harder all at once but in the end... she's still nothing but a pretty little whore.  "Please Mistress..." she says again, louder and as clearly as she can with her voice thick from sobbing, "Take your pleasures from me."