Ninabun screwed, part 9 (Patreon)

And some more... here begins the training montage.

She cursed that one 'customer' leaving that review in her mind, also besides, since when pimps have had review page for their girls?!

Still, she cursed it some more, as she was strapped down on this monster of a toy, slowly inching into her bowels, stretching and widening them, being locked in this closet all day, only with occasional guy or guys coming into 'feed' her. At least it was protein-rich, if little salty. She would try to stand on her legs as much as she could, but eventually her legs would tire or she would fall asleep... pushing slowly down even more.

She would be spending many days like this, nights selling her body, and during day, sitting on large toys until they were satisfied at her 'mastery'. She'd be still looking for chance to escape, but with the tracker inside her, that would be bit hard, not to mention the constant foggy mind she kept getting from drinking all that spooge... she wasn't becoming addicted to, was she?