Again he walked up the steps and out of the basement, leaving me to suffer alone. To think, hours ago I was convinced that I would soon be free of this demented person's grasp... only to find myself exponentially deeper under his control. As I tried to step outside of myself and look at this from a different perspective, another hot load shot into my throat, no longer triggering my gag reflex as I was learning how to control it. I was being trained how to control it. No longer gagging on the cock in my mouth and there was hardly any pain being experienced in my pussy as it was continuously fucked from underneath me.
There were no different perspectives... slowly but surely, I was becoming a slut.
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Hatred Level Rising...in a good way.
It's people like you that make it impossible for people like me to just stop reading and go to bed. Your writing skills are exquisite, the detail is absolutely stellar, and I honestly envy Candi. I wish I could be in her spot, that I could be the one being trained like that. You're, by far, be only artist here to captivate me like this. Thank you for a wonderful series.more...
Aaaaagggghhh!!!
I need to read more of this!!! :',O
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