<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Braxton's Quarters, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/605be6a04d134e530423a91ce5b0745f.jpg)</div><br/><em>”You little filthy whore!  Say it! Tell me what you are!"</em><br/><br/>The crack of the cattle cane against her asshole threw tears into Mya's eyes and a cry and moan so loud from her throat she wasn't sure which way her body was going.  "I'm a filthy whore Mr. Early Sir."  She moaned through the moist sheets on his bed as her hand held her asshole open.  "I'm a whore and I like to be used.  A whore doesn't care where it goes, she just wants it."  The level of ecstasy she was experiencing was making her light headed and delirious.  Her body was shivering and shaking with desire, lust and need all at the same time as she stared off at the edge of the bed, waiting for Braxton's next move.<br/><br/>The spit that landed on her ass was new, a sensation she'd never considered.  But she didn't have long to consider it as she suddenly found her finger penetrating her tight hole, spreading the cool liquid inside, lubricating her puckered hole.<br/><br/><em>”I’m going to fuck you now.”</em>The declaration was a surprise to her, having expected more cracks from the cattle prod or other forms of torture her body relaxed slightly in anticipation as her finger hung helplessly buried in her asshole.