Broken Bitch Daniella

Daniella smiled. Now instinctively, she knew that whenever a man came, she had made him happy. And Jamal had cummed a lot. So he must be very happy. His cum tasted so good, like the nectar of men, Daniella almost couldn't get enough of it. After a lengthy recovery period, in which Daniella stayed in her spot, eyeing the firm balls of Jamal which still had to contain delicious cum, Jamal finally came to and propped himself upright. "Fucking hell bitch!" he said while panting. His cock was still dribbling precum. Daniella allowed herself to move forward and catch the precum with her tongue before it fell into the carpet and was wasted. Jamal looked puzzled by what just happened. But not for long, because moments after he smiled a great big smile. "I just broke a bitch!" he said under his breath triumphantly.

A common phenomenon that occurred in the free use countries; (usually virgin) girls that were suddenly and brutally exposed to the world of free use would very often de-evolve into a state that had many names. Brainless Bimbo. Bitch in Heat. Cum Whore. Cock Hungry Slut. Whatever the name, the effect was always pretty much the same, apart from minor fetish preferences. Even though men and women alike could basically get sexual relief any time they wished, these girls would actively seek out to be used and abused by as many people as possible. They had taken the free use ethos to the ****. They didn't care about who used their body, for what purpose, or for how long. All they cared about was to get the dopamine high from orgasming, and in the case of these girls, the glorious taste of cum.

Daniella was now no longer the shy girl who ran away from home to experience the glamour, free use, and busyness of the city. The little terrible something that was lingering before was now unleashed. She was a Cock Hungry Whore-Girl, with more lust than sense. Jamal stood up but making sure Daniella stayed put by resting one finger on the top of her head. Only then did he see the incredibly long ribbon of pussy drool dangling from her pussy. Quickly, he bent down and generously licked Daniella's pussy clean, who only reacted by a quick exhale of air. "I'll be right back," he said, walking off into the bedroom. Daniella meanwhile was starting to relapse from her euphoria high, although she was unmistakably permanently altered. In her imagination she replayed her ruination, again and again, her pussy drooling constantly, practically begging to be used by a long thick cock.

Jamal returned with a pair of fish-net stockings, fish-net tube-top, and a large metal & leather collar hooked onto a chain. He was glad to see that Daniella hadn't moved. Quickly, he put the collar around her, dropped the clothes, and ordered her to put them on. Dutifully, Daniella put on the 'clothes'. Not having ever seen a tube-top, she left it underneath her large tits. Probably for the best, an obstructive view of those tits wasn't something Jamal would wish on his worst enemies. Then Daniella leaned back, a hand on her angled knee, wearing completely non-sensical clothing and the symbol of a personal whore: the collar and chain