Alexandra's tormentor finally releases her hair, satisfied that she is no longer capable of resisting, and instead traces it down her tear-stained face, over her lips and neck, and down to her enormous chest, seizing one jiggling udder and kneading it with his fingers. Two of them catch her stiffened pink nipple between them and rub it against the steel floor with agonizing care, using the chilly metal to force it to further prominence.

With the agent bent over and submissive, the slave is free to do as he likes, and he sets a firm pace, his muscled thighs smacking into Alexandra's luscious ass with every thrust that dives deep into her folds. His hand upon her clit is merciless, flicking and teasing it without pause, careful to never cause pain now - the time for that is past. Instead he extracts ecstasy from her dripping sex with the care of a gemcutter, chasing the quivers in her thighs and the bucking of her hips, post-orgasmic aftershocks from the two climaxes she's suffered already.

"Don't hold it in." He whispers in the woman's ear, crouched over her form as he is, and then his mouth closes on her neck, gently suckling.

Nails dragged along the floor, the agent now on her hands and knees while the man remained crouched over her. She could not overpower this man or even free herself. "Nnngh!" She clenched her jaw as her long erect nipple was dragged along the cool smooth surface of the metal floor. Her nipple pulsed with her rapid heartbeat, growing warmer and more erect between the man's manipulative fingers. Each squeeze of her heaving orb sent a wild sensation through her chest which only added to what was happening further below.

His hips never stopped, taking long methodic thrusts all the way up against the agent's ass. Each thrust made her feel the full length and girth of the slave's member along with the throbbing tip that pounded away at her cervix. Alexandra's eyes fluttered with each impact, her mind blanking for a moment only to be struck again and again. His fingers kept toying with her clitoris. He ordered her to not hold back but there was no way for her resist his persistent efforts. Tears ran down her cheeks as her moans grew louder and more breathless. Juices squished around the thrusting cock and dribbled down her still twitching thighs.

It was becoming harder and harder to think straight. Her body rocked with his bucking hips as her hair and breasts swayed in the same direction. "Ahhhhnnn... C-Can't... Can't stop..." she groaned, her mouth opening wide as she cried out. Her hips shuddered as another orgasm ripped through her being, her body obeying the man's wishes as juices squirt out for the third time with this man.

Rather than join Alexandra in climax, the slave closed his eyes and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, staving it off by some unimaginable effort of will. He pulled back, drawing his thoroughly-lubricated member out of her boneless body. Then he realigned himself with her anal ring, and grunted as he parted the quivering pucker with the flared head of his cock, followed by inch after inch of veined shaft, taking the agent's rear until his thighs kissed hers.

"There is no part of you that I cannot take." he murmurs into Alexandra's ear, his hips rocking the enormous shaft buried in her anus, his fingers sliding into her pussy and chasing the splashes of cum he'd left there down, rubbing it into her folds. His other hand still freely squeezes and teases her heavy udder, almost milking it with rhythmic massaging. "No part of you that I, that we, do not own. Understand?"

"Ooooohhhhhnnnn!" The flow of tears down the woman's cheeks were renewed as several inches of unyielding meat slammed right into her tight ass. Searing agony lanced through her sensitive passage only to be washed away by the waves of bliss she was still enduring from her orgasm. Alexandra's arms wobbled and grew weak, folding under her weight as the man continued to plow into her. Each thrust went deeper until the wet slap of his thighs against her ass sounded off each buck of his hips.

"Uhhnn... Uhhnnn.. Uhhnnn..." she could only groan in response to his question. Her face was now resting on the floor with her entire upper body sliding over the smooth steel floor. Too weak to fight or even endure any longer, the ADD agent just layed there while the man had his way with her.

The slave ground his shaft into Alexandra in slow strokes, unable to penetrate her with many great speed; her internal muscles were too tight for him to do much else, clinging tightly to him. That grip proved too much, and swiftly he gasped and buked as spurts of white fluid deposited themselves inside the voluptuous agent, marking her as thoroughly used.

He withdraws with a light groan, some of the crazed madness fading from his eyes, and then hobbles around to where the woman lays face down against the cold steel, motionless. "Do you understand now, little slave?" he asks, cupping her chin and turning it to look her in the eye. "What are you now?"

Heat sperm filled Alexandra's ass. The agent could feel it dribbled out of rear as the man finally pulled out. The slave wasted no time in grabbing the woman and forcing her to look into his glaring eyes. Tears still flowed from glassy eyes as she hung limply in his grasp. "S-Slave..." she stammered weakly. Whether Alexandra truly believed that title was not clear. Agreeing to it was the only option that had a slim chance of stopping this punishment. Resisting would only make the male slave crazed once more. The agent did not try to free herself or even sit up. She just stared back with glazed eyes until the man was satisfied or wanted to go another round with the beautiful agent.

A smile curves the slave's lips and he caresses Alexandra's sweaty face, following the tear-lines that streak down her cheeks. "Good." he said simply. "You don't believe yet - no one does, at first - but being able to say it is the start. From here, if you're honest, it only gets less painful. If you're not, however, then it will get much, much worse."

He turns about and looks over the trays beside her restraining chair for a moment, then produces a thin collar, blood-red in hue, that he reaches down to snap about her neck with a click. "I think after this I will take you for a bath, and then to the masters for their ceremony." he murmurs. "There is no need for you to go in such a state, at least."

The slave leads her outside into the hall; where, waiting, stands the armoured form of Limper, leaning against the wall casually. He inspects Alexandra with one half-cracked eye, then jerks his head to the left and makes his way down the hall away from them - even though his injury is still obvious, he refuses to lean against the wall for support, moving away from it. Not acknowledging the exchange, the slave leads her in the opposite direction, down a cold steel hallway that goes on for a dozen yards, where the echoes and cries of the slaves reverberate in the distance, ghostlike. He comes to a door and pushes it wide, ushering Alexandra inside.

It is a washroom, surprisingly well-apportioned; the walls and floor are tiled and glazed with water from a slightly steaming pool set at the opposite side of the room in a floor basin, deep enough to dive in. A row of trays hold bathing implements, presumably both for the human and anthropomorphic, and towels hang from one side of the room on racks. The center is completely clear and layered with soft carpets for some reason not immediately clear.

"Luxury." the slave says, amused, and leads Alexandra to the basin, but stops her before she can enter. "Do you wish to bathe? Then kneel."