The princess's soft, full lips parted and she screamed as her monstrous Master thrust his hard, ribbed cock into her. Her perfect little cunt was just as tight as it had been the first time he'd claimed her and always seemed to remain so, no matter how thoroughly he abused her, doubtlessly a blessing of her nymph heritage. In a way she was lucky her traitorous body reacted so strongly to even unwanted carnal attentions; it would have been quite painful for the virgin-tight girl to take such a large shaft if her pussy wasn't already so wet.<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip, trying to fight off the sensations she was feeling, but it was as futile as ever. Her inner muscles contracted around him as he began to assault her clit, her whole body shuddering with lust. She could almost feel the cultists' eyes on her, softly caressing her bare skin. She arched her back, moaning softly, her young body practically radiating sex appeal. A born performer, the princess always played to her audience, even unconsciously.<br/><br/>There was a powerful spike of not just pain but pleasure as he pulled her hair, wrenching her head back. As she spent more and more time as His plaything she found herself reacting more and more strongly to his rougher attentions.<br/><br/>"Y-yes...Master..." she whispered softly, the shame she felt magnified greatly when he called it out. It was bad enough to feel such horrible things, but to be reminded that he knew just what he was doing to her was so much worse.