The Training of an Anal Slut, Final Day

Four days of bagging dusty shit-soaked hay and the slave is shaking. I slap a mask over her face, crack the whip across her ass, and tell her to finish the fucking barn already. She reeks of horse piss and my crew is gagging. I drag her out by the hair, shove her under a hose, and bark at her to shove that filthy cunt up like she expects a slap. The second my fingers find her mons I feel stubble. On graduation day. I lose it, chaining her down right there and shaving that sloppy pussy bald while she jerks and whimpers in the cuffs. Lesson burned in. Later I tie her head off the table, pin her wrists, and hammer her throat until spit ropes swing from her chin and her eyes roll. When she’s gasping and glassy I flip her, spread that freshly shaved hole, and bury a thick cock straight up her ass. A vibrator nails her clit; she seizes, convulses, and sprays orgasm after orgasm while I pound her open. She’s shaking, drooling, wrecked, and I ask what the fuck she learned.