How to Train your Whore Part II

Hazel Paige thinks she earned cock. She’s wrong. You make her prove it. She spits for you and you shove a rag in her mouth when it’s too weak. Her wrists and ankles get lashed to the bench, every joint pulled tight. One by one you pinch her small tits with clothespins until they sit in a perfect red line, then you flick each one just to watch her twitch. The flogger comes next. Hard leather on bare skin. She gasps, shakes, but the bench holds her open. When you slide the thick dildo in her cunt she clenches hard, almost fighting it. You drive it deeper until she drips onto the floor. Only then do you press your cock against her lips. She opens wide and takes every inch like she’s starving. You fuck her throat in short, sharp thrusts while the clothespins bob and pull. She moans around you, drool spilling down her chin. Her bubble ass stays raised, trembling, waiting for the next strike. You give it to her. The bench creaks, her body jolts, the dungeon lights catch every bead of sweat. She begged to be fucked, so you make her wait until she’s shaking and soaked. Then you take what’s yours.