The Training of Tia Ling, Day One

Slave trainers put Tia Ling to the test in the basement of the Armory. They stretch her little body across a leather bench, hands lashed above her head, ankles spread and tied. The first plug slides in without mercy, thick, cold, forcing her open. Tia gasps, hips bucking, but the straps hold her down. One man steps in close, already hard, and drives his cock into her ass in one long, steady thrust. She grits her teeth, but her body gives way. He fucks her hard, the slap of skin echoing off concrete walls. Another trainer takes her mouth while the first stays buried deep. Her throat works around the length, spit running down her chin. They switch, each taking turns stretching her ass wider, deeper, until her legs shake and her breath comes short. Tia stays bound, dripping, eyes wet, but never asks them to stop.