Slave Training Jessie Cox, Day 4 Submitting to a Goddess

Cox proved she could take cock—even up the ass—but Aiden was a different animal. That redhead goddess looked her over like property, fingers and eyes, every inch. Then she pinned Jessie down and worked her fist inside, slow and steady, till the blonde knew the score: control was gone for the day. Heavy ropes, chains biting skin, every stretch and lash left its mark while pain turned her body raw. Each fresh hurt came with Aiden’s beard scratching close, blonde hair brushing sweat-slick thighs. By nightfall they faced the whips. Jessie shook, but they tied the sting to something sweet, forcing fear and pleasure to share the same nerve until every crack of leather made her cunt clench and her mind go blank.