fisting and consequences

The Mistress, with her black leather-gloved fingers, roughly grabbed Emma's hair, forcing her to look up at her.

• You'll learn to love what scares you, my little ****, she whispered, as the other woman approached, a bottle of ice-cold oil between her fingers.

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine as the oiled fingers brushed against her already bruised crotch, lingering over her already battered orifice. One finger entered her vagina, then a second, followed by three more that began to push deeper and deeper.

Emma gasped for breath, losing her footing, begging, but nothing worked.

• The gloved fingers pushed deeper, spreading her walls with calculated brutality. She felt her muscles tense, rebelling against the intrusion, but the Mistress with the black-painted nails didn't slow down.

Suddenly she withdrew, leaving Emma stunned and frustrated.

• A little taste of what I have in store for you, do you like it?

Emma, surprised by her own reaction, nodded.

• Oh yes, Mistress.

Mistress Adeline signaled to Miel.

• Take her to her new cell. From now on, it's accessible to anyone who wants to satisfy themselves or brutalize her. No more impunity.

Miel grabbed Emma by the wrists, still bruised from the restraints, her nails digging into the tender flesh like claws. "Walk, ****," she ordered in a sweet voice, pulling roughly. Emma stumbled, her trembling thighs rubbing together, her aching sex leaking a mixture of fluids down her legs.

On the way, a guard with a whip pinned her against the wall and addressed Miel,

• Is she new? The court has ruled, she's available.

Miel nodded.

• Yes, sir, the conclusions are being drawn up, she's available.

Without further ado, the man plunged into Emma to the hilt, making her cry out slightly.

I love these little whores who've just been pounded in court, they're so wrecked.

He began to thrust roughly into Emma, her chest painfully hitting the wall under the thrusts.

The guard grunted, his hands gripping Emma's hips with a brutality that left bright red marks on her pale skin. Each thrust pinned her against the wall, the rough concrete scraping her already sensitive breasts. She felt her stomach tighten as he reached an obscene depth, her breath caught by the repeated impact.

• Are you crying already ? he sneered, digging his fingers into her ribs.

Emma gritted her teeth, a mixture of pain and shame burning her cheeks as the guard plowed her body mercilessly. His screams relieved her of so many years of restraint, each gasp caught in her throat as her pelvis violently hit the wall, and yet she felt so good, emptied of her star frustration, she was nothing more than a sexual object in his hands. He emptied himself inside her like a cum bag, he threw her to the ground.

• Take her back to her cell, maybe I'll go visit her with some friends.