The Training of Cherry Torn, Day Six

Cherry Torn has lasted six days. Her body aches, her wrists bear fresh marks from ropes that bite when she fights. India Summer stands close, eyes half-lidded, one hand guiding the back of Cherry’s neck. Maestro leans against the doorframe, pants already open, cock heavy between his legs. Cherry’s mouth finds him first. She takes the full length until her throat works and tears sting her eyes. India’s fingers press at Cherry’s ass, testing how ready she is, pushing deeper with each pass until Cherry gasps around the thick shaft. Maestro pulls out long enough to flip her over the bench. India spreads Cherry’s cheeks wide. The head of his cock pushes past the tight ring. Every inch sinks in slow, deliberate, until his hips meet her ass. Cherry’s muscles flutter around him. He fucks her hard, steady strokes that rock her forward into India’s waiting cunt. Cherry licks and sucks, trying to keep rhythm while the pounding behind her turns brutal. Sweat drips down her spine. India grinds against Cherry’s tongue and comes with a sharp cry. Maestro finishes last, pulling out to paint Cherry’s back. She stays bent over the bench, breathing hard, marked again. Another day closer to whatever they want from her.