Queen of Hearts: Part 2. The Corruption of Phoenix Marie.

Phoenix would crawl through fire for Darling. Same street, same secrets, same hair ribbons twisted into each other’s fists since grade school. But when Phoenix finds that necklace—Queen of Hearts etched in cheap gold—lying on the floor like a warning, she stops believing the stories. She covers for her best friend and walks straight into the kind of place girls like her only hear about in rumors. The women inside stare hard. The Madame, Princess Donna, smiles like she just found lunch. Three regulars are already waiting, cocks out, bored. Donna strips Phoenix bare on the spot and hands her over like a new toy. No training wheels. The first man shoves his dick past her teeth while Donna holds her skull steady. Spit drips off Phoenix’s chin before the second guy spins her around and buries himself in her ass. She gags, coughs, takes it again. They switch without asking. Her mouth tastes like her own ass now, metallic and filthy. Donna keeps count with the flogger—crack across pale cheeks every time Phoenix hesitates. Fingers follow. Four, then the whole fist, wrist-deep in Phoenix’s stretched hole while another cock rams her throat. She drools around it, eyes tearing. They flip her onto her back, legs pinned to her ears. One in the cunt, one in the ass, and Donna’s tongue flicking her clit like she’s trying to make her scream. Phoenix comes anyway, shaking. The guys don’t slow down. Donna climbs on next, face-to-face, both women getting railed side by side. The men pound harder, sweat-slick, until they unload deep inside Phoenix’s wrecked ass. Cum leaks out in thick pulses. Donna drops between her thighs and licks every drop clean, tongue dragging slow and greedy while Phoenix twitches, still open and dripping.