The Applicant

Yhivi wants the collar. She stands there in the big room with nothing on but a look that says she’s hungry for it. Holly Heart blocks the way, leather and muscle, every inch of her built to break fresh meat. She circles once, eyes sharp, then shoves Yhivi down over the low bench. The first slap lands loud. Yhivi’s breath catches, then she pushes her ass higher, daring the next one. Holly doesn’t wait. She snaps on the harness, the black dildo already glistening, and sinks it in deep. Yhivi moans low, but Holly gives her no room to think. She drives harder, the thick shaft stretching her open, punishing and perfect. Every thrust knocks the air out of her lungs, yet she stays still, taking it, hips rolling back for more. Sweat shines on her skin. Holly grips a fistful of dark hair and pulls until Yhivi’s back arches like a bow. When the pace slows, it isn’t mercy. Holly wants her open and ready for the real test that waits upstairs, the heavy cock that decides if she earns the name slave.