The Training of Jade Indica, Day Two

Day Two. Jade Indica gets dragged back down into the Armory's filthy sub-basement to move the rest of that rock and broken stone. Two tons is heavier than she thought. Each load hurts. Her arms shake. Maestro stands over her, whip in hand. She keeps going until she earns the next round of punishment and reward. She ends up in steel shackles, legs spread. He works the wand across her wet cunt until her body jerks and she comes hard, once, twice, hips fighting the cuffs. The single tail cuts across her ass between each climax. She screams, yet keeps coming. Maestro moves her to the X-bench, cuffs her down wide and low, cunt pulled open and offered up. That swollen clit sticks out, begging. He keeps the training simple and cruel: the vibrator returns, the whip returns, her cries echo off the concrete. Jade Indica takes it all, 2009, black hair stuck to her face, sweat shining on her skin, and Maestro still isn't finished with her.