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Melissa's Transformation
- Eight Humiliated Sorority Girls, Book 1
- ナレーター: Tracie McCall
- 再生時間: 1 時間 35 分
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あらすじ・解説
Eight Humiliated Sorority Girls is Tanya Hoady's new reluctant BDSM adventure with plenty of domination, submission, group sex, first anal sex, and more. What happens when a bunch of privileged young woman try to take advantage of a working class pizza delivery boy? Well, they learn what it means to submit to domination!
In this first series, we witness the transformation of Melissa as Joe humiliates her along with Kristina and Valerie. Each girl must do as he says and Melissa goes from an innocent and reluctant girl to a completely submissive sex servant!
Warning: This audiobook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a BDSM encounter. It includes domination, submission, rough sex, reluctant sex, group sex, humiliation, and more. It is intended for mature listeners who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adults.
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And all of the other sorority sisters were going to watch. I felt anger surge up and went with it because anger was surely a hell of a lot better than the deep sense of shame and humiliation I felt. "Okay, a**hole," I said. "Let's get this shit over with." Joe chuckled and his self-assurance angered me even more. When he pointed out that I might like it, I scoffed and said, "No f***ing way on Earth."
He laughed. "Okay, you little slut. Let's test that theory." He stood and grabbed my wrist. I fought back the inclination to pull away. Sex servant for the weekend. That was the deal. All eight of us were his sex servants and nobody got expelled and the sorority didn't lose its charter. He pulled me forward and pinched one of my nipples hard. I yelped and he laughed again. Then, in an abrupt movement, he tossed me onto the couch. I landed and stared at him, fear and humiliation and anger all working together to create a terrible set of emotions for me.
He smiled and stepped forward, first kicking off the jeans and shorts gathered at his ankles and then pulling his shirt up and off. I hated that he was so good looking. I hated that he had a good body and I hated that I couldn't find his appearance repulsive. He moved forward and my heart beat like crazy. This was it. No more could I say I'd never had sex.