ARIA

The branding iron sat on the metal table like a promise.

They had me back in the warehouse the next night, wrists chained above my head to a thick overhead pipe, legs spread wide by a metal bar. Bright lights beat down on me, every camera angle perfect. No masks tonight. They wanted my face clear when they marked me.

My body was already sore from the rooftop, pussy and ass still puffy and tender. Cum from earlier in the van ride still leaked out of me — Kai had bent me over and fucked me quick and dirty while the others watched.

Vesper circled me slowly, running her...