The Training of Devaun, Day Two

She’s cuffed and hobbled, the chain between her ankles short enough to keep her on her knees under the table. Two thick cocks wait above her, and she works them both in the dim light while the men talk like she isn’t even there. Her throat takes one, her hand strokes the other, and she stays quiet like she’s been told. They finish, she licks the mess off the wood, then she’s made to dance for them, awkward in the short chain. They take turns inside her, one in her cunt, one in her throat, and she keeps both going until they come again. Hot seed splatters the table; she laps it up, face pressed flat. The thick plug is shoved into her ass next, pushed deeper each time she hesitates, her reactions watched closely. Later she’s bound on her back, legs spread wide, and pain and pleasure hit her in turns—clamps, slaps, fingers—until her voice breaks from screaming through one orgasm after another. When she’s hoarse and limp, they toss the usual assignments at her and shove her into her cell for the night.