Worker

Samora feels ultimately humiliated, being **** to serve some unknown, brutal man as a worthless slut. She still feels ugly taste of his spunk in her mouth. Closed, she thinks about her possibilities of escape. But she is naked, weaponless and tired. There’s no way she’d be able to escape from that place now.

Doors opens and another man enters her cell. He looks barely older than the previous one and even more muscular. Must be a worker or someone like this. His strong features makes her feel small and weak, although she really isn’t. Samora remembers how the previous man treated her, so she crawls to her second customer obediently.
“How can I serve you, master?” she asks, but to her shock and surprise, man simply slaps her face. She falls down, feeling burning pain on her cheek.
“Sluts are not meant for talking” he says, revealing his huge, already stiff manhood. He grabs her by her hair and pushes down, thrusting his dick inside her and causing her to scream from pain.

Samora struggles, but couldn’t do much against such brutal strength. Man fucks her roughly, giving her no time to rest. His big palms are closing on her breasts, squeezing them painfully. Her cries are making him even more aroused.