Slave Training Beretta James Day Three

Beretta James walks in day-three weak at the knees. One hundred five pounds of nerves, 32-24-34, shaking before Derrick even clips the leads to her tits. He doesn't ease her in. She flinches at the buzz but keeps the scream behind clenched teeth. Pain endurance is the only card she has left. He beats her for flinching. The welts rise fast on that tight frame, yet she holds position until the last stripe lands. When he flips her onto her stomach the message is clear: every hole belongs to him today. He shoves his cock down her throat first, makes her gag until spit runs off her chin, then yanks her upright and slams straight into her ass without warning. She takes it dry at first, eyes glassy, breath hissing through her teeth. He keeps her upright, one hand around her throat, the other spanking her raw until the rim gives and she opens. He fucks her ass until her legs buckle, then drops her to her knees again so she can taste herself off him. Back and forth, mouth to ass to cunt, he uses every inch of her like he promised. She stops thinking and just clenches, sweats, and comes when he tells her to. By the final round she’s drooling on the floor, eyes unfocused, body slack. Slave puddle achieved.