The Devil's Fruit Part 1

You're a sweet one, just ripe for the
picking. Young one, you're so innocent,
poor darling. No idea what to expect.
You stare at us, wide-eyed and surprised.
You were told never to come here, to this
house of ill-repute but here you are, on
your knees, begging. Pleading. Bleeding.
You want to bite. Bite the Devil's sweet,
sweet fruit.

You pure whore, you get on your knees.
My man wants a threesome, a master and
mistress team with a poor, sweet dear little
pure whore like you to play with, toy with. To
hurt and humiliate, god that makes me slick.
We make you get up and bend over, the promise
of a caning lingering in your mind. You want
those toxic bites, don't you? Of course you
do, you cute little slut. Mmmm, your slit
looks delicious, god I want a taste. Slick with
desire and need. Desperation dripping from
your cunt. You gorgeous, brazen little skank.
The cane, ready in my hand, ready to give you
all sorts of pleasure, you sweet little tart.