A Vanilla Girl In A Fetish World

Her gasp hits me right in the gut. I work the dildo in and out of her wet cunt, watch the girl’s eyes roll white. Stella’s body twists against every strap and chain holding her to the cage bars, collar tight at her throat. She wants more. Begs with her hips. I don’t give it. I shove the toy deep, let it stay buried, and walk off. The cage door clangs shut behind me. All she can do is twitch, moan, and drip onto the floor.