Erza

The moment Harry chose Ezra, the pimp's eyes lit up with a victorious gleam, his hand sliding further up Harry's thigh, dangerously close to the wet heat between her legs. "Ah, you've chosen the path of submission," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "How fitting for a little whore like you." His eyes rinsing across Harry's, already knowing he's in control over his new meat.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against Harry's, making it impossible for Harry to ignore the bulge in his pimp pants. Harry's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the heat of Ezra's arousal, his cock straining against the fabric.

The air grew thick with tension as Ezra's hand moved from Harry's thigh to the back of her neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles that sent shivers down Harry's spine. Harry's body was a traitor, responding to the touch with an eager arch of her back, her pussy growing slicker by the second.

Ezra leaned in, his breath warm and minty on Harry's face, and whispered, "You're going to be so much fun to break in, Cleo." With that, he pushed Harry down onto the bed, his weight pinning his new property to the mattress, his hand moving to Harry's chest to squeeze and maul her breasts, while his other hand slid beneath the sheer fabric to find Harry's clit.

Harry gasped, her hips bucking up to meet the calloused fingers, her mind a whirlwind of fear and unwanted desire. This was it. This was the beginning of her new life as a whore, and as much as she wanted to fight, her body was already succumbing to the dark allure of this new reality.

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