Bully Slave

You walk through the courtyard and round a corner. Sabrina is seated behind a man sprawled on the ground, her thick, powerful legs locked around his waist like an iron vice. Leaning back on her hands with a relaxed confidence, she effortlessly squeezes the man, who squirms and begs, her casual dominance and smirk making clear she’s enjoying every second of his suffering. She hasnt seen you yet.