Fresh Meat: Jynx Maze

Acworth storms in with a fresh catch on his arm, Jynx Maze looking more like prey than talent. He pushes her in front of Mogul like he’s bringing meat to the block. Mogul looks her over, slow, like he’s deciding whether she’s worth the trouble. She stands there, defiant but already breathing hard. The first slap lands across her ass, hard enough to snap her head forward. Mogul tells Acworth to strip her. The clothes come off. Rope follows. Her wrists cinched behind her back, elbows pulled tight, tits out and proud. Mogul wraps a leather collar around her throat, pulls it snug, clips on a leash. Jynx tries to step back but Mogul yanks her forward, forces her to her knees. He slaps her face, once, twice, watches the defiance crack. “Open.” She does. Mogul feeds her his cock until tears streak her makeup. She gags but he holds her there, counting seconds out loud. When he pulls out she’s coughing spit down her chest. Acworth laughs. Mogul tells him to watch. He bends Jynx over the bench, kicks her legs apart, slaps her inner thighs until they’re red. Then the cane comes down, sharp stripes across both cheeks, her cries sharp and wet. Mogul keeps going until her ass is marked in perfect lines. He spreads her open, works lube into her with two fingers, then three. Jynx moans through clenched teeth. Mogul doesn’t ask. He pushes in, slow at first, then buries himself to the hilt. She screams into the bench. Mogul fucks her ass like he owns it, each thrust deep and punishing, his hand in her hair, pulling her back onto him. Acworth watches, stroking himself slow. Mogul doesn’t stop until he finishes inside her, holding her down while she shakes. Then he pulls out, watches his cum drip down her thigh, and tosses the leash to Acworth. “Train her,” he says. “She’ll break pretty.”