Slave Training Lyla Storm Day 2-Endurance Testing

Lyla Storm got the look he asked for, but she still acts like the rules don’t apply to her. We start with her shoulders and arms—pushing, pulling, holding until every muscle burns. Her mind fights longer than her body, but both are going to crack if we keep at it. Next she’s locked into a web of rope that only gets meaner. Every shift tightens something else until her arms, legs, and breath all answer to the knots instead of her. Her cunt takes the brunt of it; she can’t stop the fingers, can’t slow the rhythm, can’t do a damn thing except feel it. By the time the anal hook is set and the rope yanks her head back, she’s nothing but tension and drool around the gag. Last test is lower-body endurance. She squats over a thick dildo and rides it on command, thighs shaking, orders clear: don’t come. She obeys for now, but the brat is still in there. Plenty left to break before we call her a slave.