Sex slave: Zafira

Zafira knew nothing like this. Glamour and clever thoughts meant nothing once Dora had her wrists lashed to her ankles, shoving the girl into a helpless shape. Her bum arched high, thighs spread wide by the rope. Her cheek pressed the dirty floor, heat flooding her face as she felt everything open to the cool air. One little shift and the knot bit deeper, keeping her exactly where Dora wanted.