19 Year Old Punished Foreign Exchange Slave

Alina Li steps off the plane in a short skirt and a crooked name tag, 19, jet-lagged, and already told to meet her host professor after dark. The office lights are low when she knocks. He shuts the door, locks it, and strips her with two rough hands like he’s waited months for the package. She’s on her knees before she can finish a sentence, wrists yanked behind her back and a fat red ball gag shoved between her teeth. He works fast—collar, cuffs, a thin chain run from her throat down to the floor ring. She’s bent forward, face pressed to the cold desk, ass up and cheeks spread. He oils her, slaps her, opens her. When he drives into that tight ass she screams around the gag and the sound dies somewhere inside the walls. He keeps going. Long, heavy strokes that rock her forward until her nipples scrape wood and her drool pools under her chin. Every time she tries to pull away he drags her back by the hips and slams deeper, teaching the lesson she signed up for. Sweat, spit, the wet slap of skin—nothing tender, nothing quick. Just a professor making sure his foreign exchange toy learns exactly what she’s here for.