Sasha doesn't masturbate. If she's in home and she gets horny that the last thing she wishes to do is play with herself. It simply doesn't believe right. Instead her brain is stimulated by her . Stories are read by her. One in particular has stuck with her over the years.She is brought into the room wearing a potato sack on her mind. The dirty mattress on the ground, which has been home to a couple of rats for the previous few months, pillows her as she falls. As she squirms around, she ' s stripped and manhandled. The fantasy from her story has been replayed in her mind.Her ankles are attached for her hair, however, the knot she’s 's been laying on all night has turned into excruciating. She pleads for launch. The response is to yank her hair and ankles up even farther. She's whipped and caned and her dream plays through her head.Standing against a pillar Sasha knows what is coming. Her mouth is stuffed yet again using a gag a size or two too big. Even the singletail does it's function and that now she 's crying yet again. The vibrator helps Heal the pain.In the end Sasha understands her place is at the narrative. She's intended to be that girl. She’s here to become her destiny.
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