The Training of Juliette, Day One

They strip her name first. Wolf pins her down, belts her mouth and drives his thick cock straight up her ass on the cold floor. Juliette March fights the stretch, every muscle locked, but the pressure keeps coming till her body gives. She moans through spit, arms shaking, hips jerking back for more even when she swears she can’t take it. He keeps her on her knees after, makes her crawl to fetch tools with her teeth. Every time she slips he smacks the crop across her ass, marks blooming fast. She stays wet the whole time, thighs glistening, breath ragged. By the end of the hour she’s dripping sweat, drool and lube, begging without words. Her voice cracks every time she tries to speak. She wants to last. She wants to break just right.