Sex slave: Alma Banks

Alma had never tried bondage. Tonight would change that. Mistress Lil Bitch stepped in to break her in properly—rough hands, sharp pins, skin already turning. Ropes circled Alma’s wrists, pulling tighter with every twist until the skin flushed hot. Alma felt the fibers bite, leaving pale lines that would darken by morning. Mistress pinned the needles in slow succession, each puncture sharp, then deeper. Red spots bloomed. Alma swallowed hard, pulse quickening, knowing the sting had only started. Sweat gathered at her lower back as the marks formed beneath her ribs and along her thighs, each one a clear promise of more to come.