Abella's Anal Initiation

Abella Danger needs breaking in. The nineteen-year-old brat still bucks like a fresh colt, and the House trusts only Mia Li to bring her to heel. Mia leads the girl forward. Guests reach out to sample the new flesh, fingers sinking into Abella’s heavy cheeks, open palms cracking across the round, ripe curve. She’s marched in a slow circle, learning names while trying not to flinch. Every misstep earns another clothespin—nipples, inner thighs, the soft skin below her navel—until silver dots march across her like punctuation. Her mouth is next. Mia’s clipped and zapped into violent, shuddering orgasms while a guest slides between Abella’s lips, using the girl’s tongue as a welcome mat. Each time Abella slobbers or gags, another clothespin snaps on Mia, the chain between them jerking tight. The real test waits on the couch. Mia straddles a waiting cock, thighs spread wide, riding with the precise discipline of a collared slave. Every downstroke makes her wince; every upstroke earns approving murmurs. Abella kneels between spread legs, licking sweat-slick balls and Mia’s dripping cunt until the plug is worked into her own tight hole. When it’s her turn to mount, Abella steals the first orgasm without asking. Mia’s zapper kisses bare skin; a sharp slap follows. Close to tears, the new girl finally learns to hold the edge until permission cracks like a whip. The moment she obeys, the room seems to exhale. They bind Abella to the table, wrists and ankles cinched, back arched. The first guest presses balls-deep into her ass in a single, merciless thrust. She screams, then remembers the words, gasping the slave motto between sobs every time she’s allowed to come. Mia stands over her, trembling under relentless orgasms of her own as the collar clicks shut around Abella’s throat. Both slaves shine under the lights—initiate and mentor—marked, used, and finally claimed.