The Training of Dana DeArmond, Day Two

Daniel wants his loudmouth, cock-hungry girlfriend broken down and delivered back to him by Friday—a polite, dripping, obedient piece of property. Day Two starts with William. He works her hard. Pulls every rep until her legs shake and her attitude slips. He keeps her moving until she’s too tired to sass and too sore to lie. Madison waits in the corner, naked from the waist down. Every time Dana mouths off, Madison takes the strokes. The strap lands sharp on pale skin; the sound fills the room. Dana watches, jaw tight, forced to feel the sting without earning it herself. William pushes the lesson harder. Pain drills down until the smart answers stop. When she finally answers without the sneer, Madison gets pulled aside and Dana is bent over the bench. A wet cunt is pressed to her mouth while William’s cock sinks straight into her ass—slow, deep, relentless. She takes both until her thighs tremble. Lights out doesn’t mean rest. He steps into her dark room hours later, wakes her with his hand on her throat, and quizzes the day’s rules. Wrong answers earn slaps; right answers earn his load down her throat—her third of the day—thick, hot, swallowed without a drop spilled.