“Hello, slut. Welcome to your new home.”
He grabbed Rachelle by her long blonde hair and dragged her inside. With his free hand, he tore off her tee-shirt, then her flimsy shorts, and finally shredded her panties, all without stopping on his way to a set of stairs leading into a basement.
Rachelle’s pussy got wetter with every step into her new guardian’s house. The man she would only be allowed to call Master or Sir until he decided she had been made into a complete and real slut was just as forceful as she had hoped.
“I’m so glad I got into the slut adoption program. I was a little worried that they wouldn’t take me since I’m in my twenties and most girls get in by the time their nineteen at most,” she thought.
“This will be your bed,” he said, gesturing at a small dog pillow. “And this will be where you spend most of your time. I might bring you upstairs, but only to share you with other men, if you earn the privilege.”
“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” she said.
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