"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　I missed Erina's long black hair. The contrast of it and her skin had been a thing of beauty. It made me want to find the monster that had cut it, and rip his throat out. Fear glittered in her eyes. She wasn't certain if she could handle my whip, but I knew she could. Her greedy little cunt drooled for attention. Obviously, the rest of the pack had failed in satisfying her. I pressed the bulbous end of the dark green whip deeper into her. The first finger width entered her and I pulled it slowly in and out, watching her face. She was still not letting herself go.


　　I pushed deeper, to the second knob on the handle. It was not the width of two fingers. Her cunt slurped and smacked as I pulled it in and out. It didn't want to let the leather go. "Little One," I cooed.


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