The other men watched in awe as the girl transformed from defensive, box-acquired kitten to some purring pet. They were all interested to see the sweet lacquer that she revealed on her cherry folds for their leader's expert, violent pats. In the beginning, Jozel hadn't even done anything to please her, she'd just taken to the punishment like this. Even if they'd participated in the initiation of many young ladies before their careers in the organisation, they'd rarely seen one so apt at what a woman's task might be in their ranks. It was obvious that Mr. Kretz was pleased, too.<br/><br/>As though she'd been bred for this kind of position and treatment, her retreating eyes when he stroked her hair indicated even better pedigree. She must have been so denied, so unaware of her own needs, to react so perfectly. A girl completely unshaped by anything. She could well be worth her father's debt and more. Jozel admired the red areas, hot to the touch, now that he wasn't smacking them anymore. She was being good after all, obedient, so he had no reason to take offense anymore.<br/><br/>The men, including their leader, laughed when she breathed audibly at the fingers sliding into place inside her. Jozel noted that the poor girl was shallow, which made sense with her slighter body, his longest finger already brushed against the door of her last room. He made sure not to knock on it too hard yet, and instead enjoyed the approving sounds from her lungs, and the allowing hug of her pussy. Again she let him know the sensitivity of her body, when his words once more turned her eyeballs to the back of her skull. It was a very becoming expression for what she was about to bee.<br/><br/>"Good." he rewarded when she spoke more confirmation of her future pliability. His fingers, that had brought much more stubborn and frightened girls to their rapture, continued to explore her deeply, carefully brushing and petting her cervix at the far end of his insertions. The other hand went about what had originally been a barrage to subdue her with violence, but that she'd revealed to be a key to her greedy, starved nerves.<br/><br/>It was such a strange scene. She'd been brought here to be shackled, and to make money her father couldn't, in the worst of ways, the hulking males there to intimidate and restrain her if she acted up. But it was they who were frozen where they stood, instead, spell-bound by the little victim, with her apt body and famished cunt. Jozel tilted his head as he looked at her, finger-fucking faster soon, and slapping and backhanding her ass to her own request.<br/><br/>He stopped eventually, without letting her have her peak, and stroked the lips that moaned with the fingers she'd salted with her truthful juices. If she didn't know to open, he'd shove those digits in there, and wipe them on her tongue. A good girl, out of reflex, would suck them clean. And then, when he popped out of her mouth, he'd take a step back, no more tantalizing spanking or deep masturbation. He crossed his arms, still completely armored in his suit, while his dark eyes weighed her.<br/><br/>"Stand up. Get the rest of your clothes off. If you're going to be good, then you know your pleasure isn't for free." And all men were more than ready to see her strip. She'd be perfectly aware of their interest, because surely she couldn't be so innocent, when their pants bulged. Kretz made an allowing gesture, and at once they'd pull their limbs out, though making no move closer to her, and slowly wrap their hands around their flesh. "This is what you're for. Appreciate it." He continued. "If you can make men feel like this, you're a good girl."