How to Train your Whore Part I

They get you in the gut right away. No warm-up. One second you're watching, the next your fist's shoved deep in Ravyn's throat, thick strings of spit stretching from her lips every time you pull back. Her eyes tear up fast. She keeps gagging, keeps getting wetter. Hazel’s next, bent over, bare ass up. You lay the cane across both cheeks—sharp, loud, the kind of sting that blooms and stays. Ravyn watches, shaking. Then she’s bent the same way, holes exposed. You fuck her hard, use her like she’s already property. No hesitation. No mercy. Just lesson after lesson. The cane, the fist, the cock—each one pushing them deeper into the role they were born to play.