When Summer turned eighteen, she was donated to the local gentleman’s club. Her days were spent with a tray hanging from her collared neck, a ball gag in her mouth, her arms tied behind her back, and men fucking her at will.
Her nights were either spent sleeping in the kennels with the rest of the sluts or taken home by one of the gentlemen for private use.
“When I turn twenty-five, I’ll be a free slut. I wonder what that’ll be like,” she often wondered.
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