Nineteen Year Old Slave Girl, Kasey Warner Day Two

Kasey’s nineteen, mouth already open before the door shuts. They take every stitch off her, buckle her down and clamp electrodes to those smooth, pale thighs. Wires hum. The first plug stretches her cunt wide, bigger than anything she’s taken, slick and unyielding. She shakes, she asks for the next size, voice cracking. They give it to her, and the next, until she’s whimpering yes through clenched teeth. When they set the stocks across her neck and wrists and trap each hand in its own box, she can’t move except to open wider. They fuck her throat hard, spit running in strings down her chin, gagging her until mascara streaks. She swallows every inch they give her. Later they spread her again, this time for cock—thick, relentless—while clothespins bite her nipples and the frame creaks with every thrust. Her cunt takes it, dripping, raw, the pain bright and constant. She keeps asking for more. They don’t stop until she’s wrecked and still begging.