Training Lily LaBeau Day 4 Early Invasion, Exercise, and Bastinado

We crash through Lily's door at 4:30 in the morning. Clothes shredded. Hood slammed over her head. She barely registers the invasion before we're using her. The moment she can think again, she's dragged to the basement and forced to sweat through a brutal workout. Once she's panting and fully awake, I go straight for her weakness—those pretty feet. Suspension lines pull her toes toward the ceiling, leaving almost nothing but air and tension under her body. The soles get worked over hard. Pain drills in. She learns to ride it. Then the cane comes back and drills deeper. Hoisted higher, a weight drags at her throat while the orgasm is ripped from her. Pegs cover her skin next. Every breath hurts. Climax stays just out of reach. When the zippers finally tear free, the second one triggers a helpless, shaking orgasm that doesn't stop.