You return

Holly remained locked in her frozen pose, her slender teen body arched on hands and knees, every muscle rigid under the paralytic hold that kept her utterly still. Her mind raced with dread as the door creaked open again, the sound slicing through the heavy silence of the private chamber. Please, not him, she thought desperately, her heart pounding in her chest. Not the **** trainer who'd already ravaged her earlier, stretching her tight holes with his rough thrusts and leaving her dripping with his seed. But the footsteps were different—slower, more deliberate. It was her owner, the dominant man who owned every inch of her.

He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto her exposed form. A smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed the vibrator lying discarded on the floor beside her, slick with her juices and pulled free from her pussy. 'Well, well,' he murmured, picking it up and examining the toy with amusement. Without a word, he knelt behind her, gripping her hips firmly to steady her frozen frame. His fingers parted her swollen labia, exposing the pink, glistening entrance that still throbbed from the earlier ****. He pressed the tip of the vibe against her clit first, teasing it in slow circles until her body betrayed her with a fresh wave of unwanted arousal, her inner walls clenching involuntarily.

Then, with a casual push, he shoved the vibrator back into her pussy, forcing it deep until it nestled against her cervix. The sudden fullness made her mind scream, but her body didn't flinch—couldn't. He flicked it on to a low hum, the vibrations rippling through her core, building that torturous pressure toward another **** climax. Standing up, he circled her slowly, his gaze raking over her like she was a prized possession on display. 'One of the trainers must've had their fun with you,' he chuckled out loud, his voice laced with dark delight. 'Pulled this out to get a better angle in that tight little cunt of yours, huh?'

Horror flooded Holly's thoughts. He knows. He allowed it—encouraged it. The idea that her master, the one who controlled her every breath, had passed her body around like a communal toy twisted her stomach. She was his ****, his property, yet he'd let those brutes use her holes without a second thought. Tears welled in her frozen eyes, but she couldn't even blink them away.

He paused in front of her, his hand reaching out to grope her petite tits. They were small and perky, fitting perfectly in his palm as he squeezed them roughly, rolling her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they ached. 'Such delicate little things,' he growled, pinching harder to elicit that silent agony she endured. Moving behind her again, he admired her toned ass, the cheeks firm and smooth from the rigorous training she'd been put through. His hands kneaded the flesh, spreading her apart to expose her puckered rosebud. He traced a finger down the cleft, circling the tight ring of muscle before dipping inside, probing the warmth with a single digit. She felt the intrusion burn, her ass clenching around him futilely.

Satisfied, he withdrew his finger and reached for the crystal butt plug from a nearby table—a glittering, faceted gem on a wide base, designed to sparkle under the lights and complete her slutty statue look. He spat on the tip for lubrication, then pressed it against her asshole, twisting it slowly as he **** it in. The stretch was intense, the cool crystal widening her sphincter until it popped past the resistance, seating deep inside her. Now she was filled in both holes, the vibe buzzing relentlessly in her pussy while the plug locked her ass open and ready. He stepped back to admire his work, the crystals catching the light and drawing attention to her violated rear.

His cock stirred in his trousers, thickening against the fabric as he took in the sight of her small teen body, so **** and perfectly positioned. Her face was at the ideal height for his pleasure, her mouth parted slightly in the frozen expression of submission they'd trained into her. The temptation was too much. He unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness, freeing his hardening shaft. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already beading with precum as he gripped the base and aimed it at her lips.

'Time to put that pretty mouth to use,' he said, his voice rough with lust. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head steady since she couldn't move it herself. The tip of his cock brushed her soft lips, smearing the salty fluid across them before he pushed forward. Her mouth stretched around his girth, the warmth enveloping him as he slid deeper, inch by inch. He groaned at the tight suction, her tongue immobilized but her saliva coating him naturally. Thrusting steadily, he fucked her face, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat with each drive. Drool escaped the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin onto her frozen tits below.

Holly's mind reeled from the invasion, the taste of his skin filling her senses as he used her like a fleshlight. The vibrations in her pussy intensified under the motion, her body building toward that humiliating peak despite the degradation. He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her chin as he claimed her mouth completely, lost in the power of owning her every orifice.