Clarissa was a stuck up, snotty, Instagram sensation trying to tick up her follower count any way she could. With blueballed subscribers and all the money pouring in from donations, Clarissa thought she had it all. But still, Clarissa wanted more, and she didn’t care who she had to step on to get to the absolute top. Clarissa thought she was hot shit, and she treated everyone like they were beneath her. Even her agent meant nothing to her. Clarissa would show up late to the photo shoot and disrespect everyone when she got there. Maybe it was time she was taught an important life lesson in how the real world worked.
Clarissa should’ve smelled a rat when she was called in to a late night photo shoot at a local gym. Bdsm story. She showed up on her own sweet time. But her pretty, little, blonde head was stuck too far up her own tight heinie to notice anything amiss. But that’s alright. Her agent brought in some pros truly experienced in bitch breaking: a porn producer and a hot, Latino stud with bad English but even worse morals. It doesn’t take long to subdue a dainty, delicate, Instagram female like her, then the REAL fun can begin. Don’t worry about showing up late, darling, we’ve got all night with you.
Archive for August 8, 2019
It’s a good thing for the other girls: they get a break! But poor Beatrice is on the receiving end of all the scummy, sadistic acts of the household in both of her tight, young holes!
But things get even worse when the Collectors, Rocco and Naomi, want to personally train fiery, redheaded Beatrice for their upcoming soiree! There’s much to do and so little time to do it, and this flaming beauty is still as shocked and defiant as ever! But that’s alright. They love hearing Beatrice moan and groan like a rutting bitch in heat! They love breaking her, one whip crack and pussy smack at a time. They love watching her betray herself and make a disgusting, slutty mess between her legs! The Collectors will show off beautiful Beatrice at a personal, intimate gathering of the Gentlemen’s Club and maybe, just maybe, sell her off to one hungry, Fat Bastard who’s still itching for a little red in his bed.