I felt his ejaculate seeping out of me in an almost endless stream, pooling beneath my ass. He and his friend had used me hard, they'd had me three times each before they left me alone.
I turned my head to the side as tears spilled down my cheeks and cum spilled from my throbbing vagina. My arms were going numb, back in their restraints, I couldn't even try to break free - if it was even possible, which it wasn't.
I laid there, sobbing, until I was so exhausted that all I could do was close my eyes and sleep.
When I awoke, I awoke to her again. She was standing over me, watching me with her violet eyes.
"How do you feel?"
I stared at her. I didn't want to concede to answering. But she waited, forcing me out of my silence with her own.
"Tired...terrible...please, please tell me why I am here?" I begged.
She smiled and stroked my cheek and said, "You are here because you are a good candidate."
"A good candidate for what?"
"You are to be our slave princess."
"Slave princess? What does that even mean?"
"It means that you will be used for our pleasure, cared for as a pet, as a very precious and obedient little pet. You will have a fine chamber, and men and women to service you, but you will be used by us."
"...Why me? And why am I still in these restraints if I am to have a fine chamber? This place is not fine, it is like a dungeon."
"You are undergoing routine preliminary evaluation."
"But for what? For what am I a candidate?"
"I cannot tell you that now."
"Won't you just let me go? I need to go home! I am not a toy!"