The Training of Holly Heart Day One

She kneels on the concrete, naked, hands bound behind her. He circles her, voice low and hard, grilling her about why she wants to serve cock. Every answer earns a slap across the face or a finger shoved into her mouth, making her gag. He forces her to admit how wet she gets from the shame, from wanting her body turned into a hole for men who use her. He yanks her hair back, spits in her face, and she thanks him for it. Later she’s bent over a wooden bench, arms stretched and tied. He works her open with cold lube, then pushes inside her ass slow and deep while she whimpers. Every thrust is deliberate, cruel, stretching her until she’s sobbing but pushing back for more. When he pulls out, the camera lingers on the way her hole stays gaping, twitching, red. He shoves two fingers in and out of it just to prove how ruined she already is. She moans through it all like the pain and the exposure keep her soaked.