<strong>Slaver's Cellars</strong><br/><br/>Her captor laughed out loud when she answered, more so at her supposed name.<br/>"That's a good name for you, pretty thing. Gives me a few ideas too." he spoke gleefully, reaching between Valva's legs with a hand and rubbing her sex and pushing two of his fingers into her love tunnel.<br/>"Never had a high-class slave before. Think we'll have a good fuck before you're marked, make it memorable. Don't worry, you'll be ready to serve your new master tomorrow." he mused, thrusting and twisting into her violently with a hand, using the other to slap her bare ass to make it redden, the loud smack echoing back from the basement's stone walls. "You don't mind being a plaything for me little vulva, do you? I'll make it nice for you and I'll promise to make the marking as easy as possible hm? Maybe make it stylish for you, so you can stay pretty and alluring. Why not tell me how you want it? Why not beg me for what you like? Ask me to shove my huge cock up your cooch? Or maybe find a fun toy for you? I know how to treat your kind, I'll make you gush like a fountain."<br/>He stopped rubbing and fingering her, taking a step back, his erection obvious through his trousers now. The man walked out from her available field of vision, and returned half a minute later with a leather strap with a clasp and a wide metal ring.<br/>"Speak quick, I want to see how pretty you look wearing this, little vulva."