Teaching Ginna

She arrived green. Ginna walked in untouched by fists and left wrecked open. They took her slow at first. One finger turned into two. Two became four. The camera caught every flinch, every breath that caught in her throat when the hand finally slipped past her knuckles. By the end she was wide. Her cunt held the shape, loose and glistening, lips swollen and dark. She smiled through it. The stretch marks across her entrance told the rest of the story.