Newcomer Loses Her Innocence

Sgt. Major spots fresh meat and it makes him hungry. Willow sits cuffed in cold steel, all wide eyes and soft skin. He runs his hands over her like she already belongs to him. She can’t move and he likes it that way. Every slap lands sharp on bare flesh. Every squeeze draws a gasp. She strains against the cuffs, but they hold. He works her over slow, then fast, pushing until she whimpers and keeping on after that. Nothing gentle. Nothing for her to decide. Just steel, sweat, and the sound of his hands taking whatever he wants.