School of Submission, Day 3: Victoria Voxxx

Victoria got plenty of orgasms the first two days. Day three is nothing like those. The Pope tells her they’re not headed to the dungeon and she looks thrown off, but she still shows up early, curious, dressed for work like he ordered. He hands her gloves, walks her out to the compound, and points at the task. She sweats right away. Heart hammering. Lungs working hard. Every instruction is meant to mess with her head, to chip at that strong will until it splits. She keeps smiling at first, keeps pretending she’s fine, but the endless labor and being treated like property starts to crack her. He watches it happen. Sees the frustration, the tiny breaks in her composure, and he pushes harder. More orders. More mindless work. Then he straps her to a steel frame and the dragon tail starts snapping across her skin. “Fluffy” leaves her raw, every strike waking up nerves that are already fried. A vibrator appears. One second she’s fighting it, the next she’s shaking, coming hard, again and again, until the orgasms wreck her. By the end she can’t walk; someone has to carry what’s left of her away.