5 Girl Intake Selecting the perfect slave to train

Five girls stand naked in the cold meat locker. They know the drill—hands up, backs straight, waiting for judgment. One by one they’re inspected. Mr. Acworth walks the line, eyes cold, searching for the piece that might be worth his time. When he points, the decision’s made. The others go back to the cold. She gets hauled out and hosed down, scrubbed raw, shaved smooth. Her first lesson comes fast: she’s nowhere near ready. She stumbles when he snaps an order. She hesitates when his fingers push between her cheeks and tests how tight she still is. He fits a thick ball gag past her teeth, buckles it tight behind her head, and watches her jaw strain. Her tits are heavy—perfect handles for control—and he uses them, yanking her forward, bending her over a bench so her ass is spread and exposed. Anal training starts immediately. No warm-up, no mercy. He works a plug into her while she drools around the gag, then pulls it out and replaces it with his cock. Every thrust is a lesson. Every slap across her ass reminds her whose house this is. By the end of the day she’s shaking, covered in sweat, her holes sore and her mind blank. Foundation laid. Training’s begun.