Sex slave: Kissy

Kissy was bound with rope in the empty factory. The only sound was heels on the iron stairs. A small girl in white arrived. She looked harmless until her palm cracked across Kissy’s cheek instead of freeing her. No words, just the sting. That was how it began. Lil Bitch worked her gloved fist into Kissy’s tight ass, slow then brutal, driving past knuckles and wrist until Kissy felt the burn of each stretch and thrust. Pain found every nerve. She understood it now—real pain—and it wasn’t over.