Sex slave: Hope

Hope shows up wanting clean, simple glamour work, the kind that pays well and ends quick. She’s new to bondage, fresh out of school, quiet. The set door locks behind her. Lee is waiting. Older. Cruel in a way that smiles. She wastes no time stripping the girl, cuffing her wrists overhead, spreading her legs. Hope gasps when the first slap lands across her small tits—red, stinging, sudden. She struggles, breath quick, but the chain gives no slack. Lee oils the monster dildo until it glistens, lines the wide head at Hope’s tight slit, and pushes. The girl’s smooth cunt stretches around it inch by inch, breath catching, thighs trembling. Every thrust makes her hips jerk. Lee’s free hand stays busy—open-palm slaps on cheek, breast, cunt—marking, owning. Hope cries out, wet despite herself, pinned to the wall, nowhere to hide.