First glance

Today she came to our “model agency”; blond long hair, blue eyes, plump, sensual lips, snub nose, freckles on her face ... We gave her openwork underwear with stockings - for posing. Embarrassed, flushed. - What do you think ?, - I say. However, it did not take long to persuade her, - soon she was already spinning in her new outfit. Hands themselves reached into her crotch, and in her head thoughts: here she is, in front of you - living flesh - do what you want! She began to kick, they say, we did not agree! Prick her pacifies ... When dealing with a cheerful and frisky doll, you always have the risk of injury. Hehe! - Well, now you do not want to fight ?, - I ask her. - That's the same thing. And I start to beat her on the face ... Ugh, I got tired.

Well, one more. Now she is awaited by the “correction office” with military methods of suppressing the personality and a long training session. Welcome to the world of pain and pleasure, doll!

You know, sometimes I feel remorse because of my participation in the slave trade. In fact, I certainly don’t care about women and people in general, but sometimes there are bouts of regret ... Sometimes, these ideas help me to overcome these “attacks”, in which I see girls as cattle ... Sorry - don't regret and I won't be able to get off anyway anyway - we are too tightly tied. So all these regrets are useless.

Second look

I do not know how much I stayed here. In that dark, damp basement, in which I was put in time, flows slowly ... Why didn’t I listen to you mommy when you tried to dissuade me from going to this Moscow! Together with the passport, they took my name; now my name is "Pussy." My head was cut bald, my eyelashes were plucked, my left buttock was stigmatized. They wash me with icy water from a hose, like a dog. Do you know what it is? I get fucked in the anus while I eat without the help of my hands from a bowl, just like a dog. Or maybe I have a dog? Recently, the Boss took pity - he allowed me to eat from the bowl with his hands. The so-called "training" has almost completely broken my personality, and I mentally talk to myself, clinging to the last vestiges of my mind. First they blindfolded me. For a long time. They said that for a week. There were gags in my ears, and a gag in my mouth. Then, unleashing my eyes, they forbade me to look and talk in their eyes. At all. Recently, I was told that my eyes could be sewn up at all. I was also forbidden to move on two legs. They also told me that when another client cripples me, I will end my life in a snuff video. Like a cow in a slaughterhouse. But I have to live, live for my younger sister Alinka. Alina, how are you? Whistling whip. Lord, how long will this last ?!

Customer

Today I was taken to a rich fat man. I undress even without him asking me to. He looks at me rather sympathetically, like a father, without lust. I'm already on my knees; I begin to caress his flaccid device through the matter of trousers and shorts. Hmm, he has a small dick. He smiles ... Again, sympathetically. Don't pity me, bastard! Don't you feel sorry for me! Tears begin to flow down my cheeks. Quickly take yourself in hand. Bath. We are already naked and I'm starting to lather his overweight body. I wash off. I stick to his navel, lick - then unfold. Now it's an ass turn. I push his butt, push his nose to the anus and inhale, start to lick ... We are in bed and I jump on it, he groans and groans. He falls asleep and before falling asleep promises me that he will pull me out of "this brothel" ... I start crying again. "Hope, is this really her?"