His belt around her neck, her limbs hogtied with leather and chains, and his fingers stretching her virgin pussy as he pushed them in a little further with each stroke, were all new experiences for Shyanne.
It was her eighteenth birthday and her parents had gifted her to Mr. Rollins for the year. She would stay at his house, serving his every sexual desire, so she could learn to be a better slut and so he’d have a fresh, young set of holes to fuck.
“Sluts are always better when the first thing up their cunts is a fist,” he’d said and then he set out to prove it.
It was going to be an exciting year for her.
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