The Training of Dana DeArmond, Day Four

Number Nine drops into position the second her slave name hits the air. Knees spread, eyes lowered, body tight. Daniel gives her the first real order of the day: shave that cunt bare for him. She obeys without hesitation, blade gliding over wet skin until she’s smooth and ready. He inspects her like property, hands spreading her open, fingers checking every freshly shaved inch. He puts her through the drills fast. Mouth presented first—lips parted, tongue out, waiting to be used. Then she turns, spreads her ass, holds the position until he decides she’s worth filling. When he’s ready, she climbs on top, works his cock into her ass, and rides hard, doing every inch of the work while her legs burn. Sweat beads down her back. He doesn’t help. She keeps going until he pulls out and shoots down her throat. She swallows, keeps her hands behind her back, and waits for whatever comes next.