The Training of Maya Mathews, Day One

Maya Mathews walks in like she owns the place. Twenty-four, five-three, and already full of herself. Sagittarius stamped on her file, but the real sign is the bratty tilt of her chin. Five, maybe six years in the scene, and she thinks that makes her special. Sarge already owns her, yet she still needs breaking in. Pride and no discipline. The notes say strip and touch herself, so she peels off every stitch without a blink. Her fingers slide between her thighs while they watch. Breath catches when a hand clamps her throat. She tries to keep stroking, but the choke hits harder than she expects. A spanking follows, then the sting of a whip across her ass and thighs. They bind her wrists, stretch her arms overhead. A thick cock is pushed past her lips while the whip lands again. Maya gags, drools, keeps sucking anyway. Lesson one of the slave quarters: spread those legs, arch the back, show the holes. They bend her over and fuck the spoiled pussy she thinks belongs to her alone. She comes loud, shaking, but they’re already giving orders for homework before she sleeps. Ball gag goes in for the night. Wrists cuffed to the bed. Maya Mathews, day one.