Invictus Victoria swings the door shut, twisting the heavy bolt into place and looking toward the girl, "There, now our... negotiations... won't be interrupted." Heading over toward her desk, she passed by and plucked a bottle of dark bourbon from the small bar, pouring a glass for herself, "Fancy a drop, dear?"

Poppy Reamer keeps on rubbing the soreness out of her backside as she follows the taller babe into the office. The presence and offer of bourbon getting a smile. "Please? Make it a double?" she asks brightly as she beams a smile to match the tone of her voice on the five foot tall girl's lips.

Invictus Victoria draws out a larger measure for the paddled lovely that stood on the other side of her desk, leaving the drink neat as she came around to slip the tumbler into the girl's hand. Lifting her own glass, she thought a moment, then smirked and looked into the girl's eyes, "To new friends and old desires."

Poppy Reamer lets those cheeks go and accepts the drink in both hands with that ever present smile. "Thanks! To new friends and old desires!" she says and joins the toast as she keeps her own blue eyes aimed at Vic's own gaze. The teen's red hair spilling down her back as she cranes her neck back to do so with the height difference.

Invictus Victoria drank back her spirits with a single pull, the empty tumbler rolling about in her hand as she brings it forward to rest her forearm on the girl's shoulder, lazily draped over the back, a slow step inward planting her loincloth-clad crotch up against the girl's waist with an unsubtle swell of unseen flesh. Looking down into her eyes, Victus's dark gaze shimmered with amusement, "Now, I don't pay my employees, per se, but there are certain... benefits, with the job."

Poppy Reamer nibbles that lip as she feels that hefty weight under the loin cloth press against her, the girl's close fitting Coke tee. The tell tale sign of hardening thimble thick nipples poking back through the fabric with a couple steel rings pierced through each line the fabric. "I... can imagine." she says to the woman draping herself over the diminutive thing. "So you want to offer me a job then? Isn't this a porn studio?"

Invictus Victoria slides her other hand down in and over the girl's hip, giving it a firm squeeze and chuckling softly, "This is a BDSM lounge with a porn studio attached. Lounges aren't horribly profitable, so it turns out." Her hand began to trace slowly up along the girl's ribs, long fingers toying gently at the ripples, up to brush a thumb across one of those jutting nipples, "I was thinking we could start with an interview... see where your strengths and weaknesses lie... then move from there. What do you say?" The weight of the arm draped over the girl's shoulders got subtly firmer, another lazy half-step taken in until she was pressed firmly against the girl's chest.

Poppy Reamer nods her head as she listens. 'Well I suppose I can audition." she says, responding rather favorably to the closeness and the caresses of her fit little form. Even the front of those jeans start to visibly strain with her own meaty and out of place bulge tucked into that denim tightly. "Well if you want to bend over the table we can get a start, bet you've never had a rim job the way I give them. And when I fuck you I'll try to keep you from popping." she says with a perky if rather blushed expression of arousal on the young redhead wriggling into the other shemale's body.

Invictus Victoria chuckles low in her throat, a wicked grin sprouting on her lips as she pulled the girl into a bit of a turn, pushing that backside against the desk and leaning forward a bit to urge her to bend backward, "Mmmm, good, confidence is good. Don't let it fool you, though." The clink of the glass settling onto the desk was followed by the brute's free hand traveling up the girl's back and tucking into her hair, nails gently stroking along her scalp, "Now, let's see that pretty body bared, dear. Lose the jeans and the shirt, and make it sexy." Stepping back, she released the girl with a parting pinch to one of those thick nipples, eyeing her form with a grin.

Poppy Reamer curves her body easily as the darker haired shemale easily out muscles her. Leaning forwards and into that slight lean she mmms as her pierced nipple is squeezed in those fingers, a faint little spot of darkness soaking right through her tee. When the suggestion to strip is given she grins and nods, slipping out of her shoes quickly before she starts rolling her hips, grinding denim against the woodwork of the desk and flexing fer own fit little figure through the tight fitting clothes even as her hands set down the drink and start lifting that red tee slowly over her head, bouncing her ripe tits free to show off those leaky little teats and the metal she wears through them.

Invictus Victoria slips her arms across her chest, folding over the leather chestwrap that contained her own mounds, substantial for a woman of Poppy's dimensions, but proportionally about average on the towering brute, like the curves of her backside. Victus was no flouncy supermodel, she was a born and bred machine of war, and the tones muscles of her arms, legs, and abdomen spoke of her true power. That dark gaze keens a bit as she watches the girl reveal herself, admiring the juicy trickles from her metal-shod nipple with a smirk, "Milky, too. That's good. Sensitive, I imagine." Slowly, Victus began to walk forward toward the girl in the midst of her dance, closing lazily in and bringing the scent of her thick arousal with her, "Now really impress me."

Poppy Reamer is more the model type herself, the sort of curves that come from being an athletic if slimy built young teen, those trickles of milk in her tits likely a result of all those hormones mixing up and bombarding the developing young shemale. With a grin she starts to inhale that musk in the air, mmming pleasantly while her own bulges into her jeans as she slowly unbuckles then undoes her button fly. The hilt of a beer can thick slap of meat coming into view, a little strip of trimmed red hair while freckles dot almost every inch of the rest of her bared body. reaching in and struggling to get a whole hand around herself she yanks and flops herself free, half erect already it looks like the girl might hit a foot in length, looking disproportionately endowed for her five foot tall stature, the head uncut and already starting to trickle with juices much like the horny young shemale's tits.

Invictus Victoria slid her gaze down along the girl's body to settle on that length as it's revealed, the grin on the brute's lips getting a bit crooked as a throaty chuckle rises to them. "Mmmm... good, good... good size, nice and wet... uncut." One hand slides downward, coming in to grasp and tug aside the loincloth she wore with a swift tug and a snap as that cord gives way, unveiling her own glory, still quite flaccid and easily matching the girl's own proportions. Being more than a foot taller, Poppy's member would have looked quite at home on the brute's body, but the shaft that Victus sported dwarfed the girl as it began to rise, gaining more than half a foot on her, and swelling to a thickness that the girl's hand would never surround. As it hardened, she guided it up to rest between the pair, settling the throbbing fuckpole against the girl's nipple with the heat resting just beneath the girl's chin, the thick scent of shemale musk growing tenfold as the uncut cockhead lurked just shy of introducing itself to the girl's lips, "You'll fit right in, figuratively speaking."

Poppy Reamer widens those bright blue eyes of her's as the teen gets a close up view of the shaft being presented to her, the musk hitting her nose and mixing with her own making those eyes glaze over while she stares down at it slack jawed , her breath washing over that flesh while so close. With a nod of her head however, that does it. The thick head is against Poppy's lips and the girl can't help but give it a kiss and swirl her tongue stud just against that slit. Her own erection easily made to look smaller compared to Vic's own, bouncing and jutting from her open fly as the teenaged redhead finds herself distracted and hungry, lapping and leaving a mess of that cock she works at with her mouth.

Invictus Victoria slips her hand back up around the girl's body to slide fingers deep into her hair once again, stroking there and murring approvingly at the feelings of those lips and that soft tongue working over her throbbing cocktip. There was no force in the grip, just the subtle urge to draw the girl down deeper, to really fill her mouth with the taste of that meaty fuckpole, especially as Victus wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and tugged downward a bit, peeling back her foreskin and exposing to the girl the obscenely thick, rich flavor of sex trapped and congealed there. It bathed the girl's tongue, stained her lips and cheeks, filled her breath with the steamy scent of Victus's arousal, guided further into that mouth to deliver the first hot, musky splash of prenut to drench the girl's mouth in the flavor of the brute's breeding cream.

Poppy Reamer does her best to open up wide, that behemoth of a she cock unlikely to fit further in her mouth without doing some serious damage. The smell and the taste of those juices making the teen shudder and her back arch while she strokes her hands up and down the muscular shemale's abdomen, kneading those muscles with her fingers while her tongue probes and pushes right against that urethral opening, almost teasing and pushing the little ball on the top half of her tongue stud just inside that leakiy opening. The girl's milk filled tits squeezing either side of the shaft and stroking as the rest of Poppy's movements push on either side of that pair into the massive cock the redhead tries to devour.

Invictus Victoria strokes encouragingly along the youth's head, tangling a bit into her hair and giving it a a playful tug while her other hand slips further down to open wide and grasp both her own and the girl's cocklengths, pulling them together with a slow grind of her hips to stroke Poppy's smaller length with the throbbing girth of her own, "Now... You've got a long way..." She shuddered and grinned at the feeling of that tongue stud pushing into her cumslit, spilling forth another creamy gush to stain the girl's tongue, "...to go on this... But do you think your ass can handle it, dear?" Taking a slow step backward, Victus drew away from the girl, pulling her cock from the slut's hungry mouth and stroking her hand along it, the girl's own shaft left to throb against her tummy, "Bend over the desk, let's see what you're working with."

Poppy Reamer actually pouts as she's denied the taste of all that cock juice. her own dripping messily as it curves upwards. With the command to bend over the table she does just that, pushing her jeans down enough to expose bare freckled cheeks and a hole that looks tightly puckered. Reaching back she pries those cheeks apart and arches her back while pressing her tits down against the desk. "Does it matter, I'm sure you'll make it fit!" she says in a giggle and bounces her hips up and down slowly, her dick caught and pressed down into the base of the desk, caught between the woodwork and the jeans lowered to mid thigh, trickles of precum running down the furniture while little puddles of milk form where she leans forwards.

Invictus Victoria steps forward again, her swollen cocktip just barely brushing the girl's backside before the brute sinks down to her knees, her hands coming up to dig deep into those jiggling asscheeks to spread them for the inspection. For a moment, she simply kneels there, staring at the little pucker, for a few long moments, either, before leaning forward and swiping her tongue slowly up along that clenched hole, testing its responsiveness to the action. From there, it became a wet, messy swirl of that slick muscle, lashing all around the tight slot, prodding at it, suckling gently, and finally worming her way in to fill the slut's backside with the thick, soft length of her tongue, working in a lazy circle to swirl every inch of the clenched fucktunnel she could reach as her fingers dig a slow massage into that soft assflesh.

Poppy Reamer might just be a natural bottom the way she moan as she feels that tongue lash at her ring. The girl's legs squirming and she works her jeans down to her ankles and then lifts herself with hands only to rest on all four's on the desk with knees wide and ass pushed high in the air. That tongue opening up Poppy's hole slowly and effortlessly, the receptive shemale blooming open while her own erection throbs and presses down atop Vic's chest, the thrust back of those freckled hips even putting those hairless balls against Vic's chin while the teen humps and fucks back on that invading tongue like a pup bitch in heat.

Invictus Victoria slid one hand up between the girl's thighs to cup that sack and rod, fingers expertly kneading them to coax further lust into the slut's mind as her tongue works over the tight little slot, plunging in to its deepest depths and even giving that hard little pleasure gland a flick before slurping fully back again. The brute rose, then, her thick rod rising with her, pushing up between the girl's thighs and beneath that cocklength as the brute released it, allowing Poppy to see just how far up along her abdomen that massive pillar reached, giving her an idea of just how deep into her body it was going to reach, in the ensuing minutes. "You're right, I will make it fit. You have a nice ass, dear, and I'm going to take great pleasure in showing you what it's for." One hand reached forward, up to grasp the girl's hair and tug her to arch her back, the other starting to guide her cocktip upward as her hips draw back.

Poppy Reamer rocks herself back and forth while on all fours atop the desk. That tension on her long red hair and the arch in her spine forced by the position opening her up further but even then the small shemale is gonna likely going to get torn up. And despite her earlier appearance as someone willing to top, right now the slut looks back needfully as if she wanted to have that hammer break her backside wide open. The erection she maintains leaking like a broken faucet while her tits each have trickles of milk streaming down her chest. An eager little wuff as she turns her head with a further tug on her hair to show a heated and eager look on the redhead, the slut might really need it.

Invictus Victoria guided that fat, spitslick cocktip to the glistening ring of the slut's little pucker, letting her feel the thickness prodding at that scantly-prepared slot for a few long seconds before the real pressure would descend. At first it was just an urging, drawing back on the girl's hair and pinning her in place as the brute's hips began to push forward, and that little ring would feel almost like solid skin against her tip, but slowly it would begin to dimple inward, the strong muscle sinking into the girl's body to try and escape being broken open so brutally like this. Harder and harder the brute advanced, until that ring would have no choice but to start giving way, just a little at first, then more, and more, the slut's body losing the battle against that pillar of shecock, then finally giving way entirely and gaping wide as Victus sank half a foot of throbbing, girthy shedick into the slut's anal fucktunnel, instantly gliding across her prostate and squeezing it with the sheer size of her bitchtaming rod.

Poppy Reamer reacts like any good slut does when her prostate is pushed on, she squeals and goes wide eyed and slack jawed as that noise escapes her. The burning that comes from her insides being stretched and distended adding to the fire as her balls pull up tight and her own cock seems poised on the brink already, that upward curve threatening to turn floppy almost from the start while she drips and leaks precum and milk all over that desk she's mounted over. The girl's breathing slow and in sharp slow little pants as her tongue starts to flop, her piercing their gleaming while she can still taste Vic on it and from the way that cock is tearing her insides up she might just be about to again.

Invictus Victoria held herself there within the girl as she nearly lost herself in those first moments, giving her some much-needed rest to let that tight, broken slot get used to its new developing shape. Her flesh throbs within the girl's body, pulsing firmly against that pleasure gland, and Victus slides her other hand down to plant against the girl's ass, pushing slowly as she drags that thick rod back through the clenched tunnel, her crown perched just inside. Suddenly, a ht, thick gush of prenut bursts into the cocksleeve, drenching her in the slippery outpouring and slicking her passage in the most delightful manner, so that when Victus pushes in again, there's even less capacity to resist, rushing over her prostate and pushing it out of the way as the brute seeks out further and further depths of that anal passage, claiming it with her size and her scent, her heavy balls swinging closer now toward the slut's own tight sac, "Don't cum yet, dear. There's so much more to go."

Poppy Reamer keeps looking back over her shoulder even as her body is taken. That torn up inner anal lining starting to offer a few streaks of red as extra lubricant while the pressure on her p-spot keeps her on edge. The girl doing her best to not cum while her body tenses all over, squeezing down with wet squelching farty sounds while the teen makes a mess with her own fluids, her cock never quite staying that full curved erect as the teen is forced to fight off her own premature climax just from taking only a small portion of that meany ass hammer in her very tiny and already broken back opening.

Invictus Victoria felt the grip of the broken slut's gaping hole ease as slimy red streaks coated the brute's fat fuckpole, the scent of blood rising onto the air and causing her already substantial girth to thicken further, forcing the girl's prostate down deeper against her pelvis. Twisting the grip on the slut's hair, Victus pushed her face down and into the gooey puddle of precum that was spurting from her strained cocklength, mashing her there and grinding herself deeper still, blood and cum easing the way into the greater depths of the slut's anal passage, forcing her guts to realign themselves to their new function as the brute's warm, clenching cocksleeve.

Poppy Reamer barks and yips as every inch of that thick juicy cock plows deep into her battered and bloodied hole. The tension inside her torn ass making the girl's dick throb and flop with each push on her prostate, her toes curling in her socks. Wit her face in that puddle of precum and milk from her leaky tits, what red hair isn't held soaks it up while she laps at the mess with her studded tongue, moaning as she drinks like a puppy at a bowl of water. The girl's tits and dick adding to the mess while her torn ass makes a noticeable mess along the length of Vic's cock, squelching and squeezing around it. The girl's stomach distending and pushing out as more and more girlmeat pushes aside her insides.

Invictus Victoria slowly began to drag her bitchmaking rod back through that broken fucktunnel, the lewd slurps of clinging assflesh rising onto the air as her bloodied passage relinquished its grip on the brute's cocklength, inch by inch. It was lucky she was so torn up, that kind of brutality could have had some rather disastrous consequences on her innards, but with all the spunk and blood that coated Victus's fuckpole, there was nothing that was going to get in the way of her next hard thrust. Every single inch of that pillar of shecock suddenly rammed forward, smashing against the fucktoy's prostate and plunging to the utter depths within the girl's broken bowels, deep enough to force the air from her lungs, her heavy balls swinging forward to slap against Poppy's own little sac and lay heavily over it as the brute ground hips forward against the slut's plush ass cheeks, "Mmmmm... there we go... now you can cum."

Poppy Reamer probably isn't going to be walking for a good while. Luckily the redheaded slut seems to be quite the masochist as once she's allowed to cum she relaxes just enough for it to take hold, her head thrown back as she howls out. That floppy dick unloading all her cum in a thick, copious flow of off white seed, splashing down on the table while her balls pull tight and her prostate pulses against the cock hammering it. The teen's voice a high pitched squeal of a howl while even her tits get in on the action, spurting milk wherever those thick pierced tits are aimed.

Invictus Victoria listened to the wet sounds of the slut's cocklet unloading onto the desk, her tits, and likely up to her chin with all the splashing, lifting the girl's head just enough to let that thicker seed land under it before pushing her right ban down to give her that treat she'd earned so obediently, "There's a good girl... Drink up, we've got a lot of work to do." Releasing the slut's hair, Victus put both hands on the girl's hips and pinned her in place as she wrenched her throbbing, bloodstreaked fuckpole free of that gaping slot with a nasty schlork! No pause, she just drove herself right back in, balls deep with a squilch and a slap of her fat, churning nuts, rising into a hard rutting rhythm of anal reaming and wreckage.

Poppy Reamer has all that cum and milk she gushed coating and soaking her face and hair. A happy mewl as she calms down from her own climax and realizes there's one more. Her body broken and her blown out bowels a bloodied mess she starts rocking with her arms pushing, the hands on her hips helping heep her ass steady and high in then air as she clenches with a pained but eager wince to squeeze down on that cock. The girl's body flexing all over, only her stomach failing to her in as that shaft of Vic pushes out against it. Balls slap against balls as she looks back to watch the taller woman destroy her ass even further. "Your turn!" she says with a soft giggle.

Invictus Victoria cackles harshly as the girl finds it in her to let Victus know she was allowed to stuff that broken sluthole all manner of full, but there was a lot more fucking to do, and even as she looked back, Victus was reaching forward under the girl's body to get a double-fisted grasp of the slut's milky tits, hauling her up and back and off the cumstained desk, until she was supported entirely by the brute's gasp and fat cock stuffed into that sloppy hole. Holding her back against the brute's chest, her throbbing cocklength grinding forward against the slut's spent prostate as her hips dragged back to start bouncing the girl up along that towering length, hammering the veiny length into the slut's depths as she squeezed streams of milk from those heavy tits.

Poppy Reamer shudders as the elevated position and all her weight is pressed down on that cock and on the prostate it pushes against. The girl moaning and barking as her dick dribbles and twitches back to life. the foreskin pulled back enough that the head stays popped free while her bowels and her whole body clenches down on Vic's erection. The milking of her tits getting more moans and mewls out of the redhead, spraying everywhere in front of her, soaking those big strong hands holding her up and bouncing her down on that massive pole of an erection. The teen's blue eyes rolling up, glazed over as she pulls her legs up as best she can, keeping her ankles at each of Vic's sides, using what strength the fit little slut still has to hold and steady herself as she's anally impaled.

Invictus Victoria released those tits to slip her hands down underneath the slut's knees, her arms helping to keep them tucked up and out of the way with one grip coming to land on one of those tits again, the other wrapping around the girl's cock as it swelled up again beneath Victus's brutal assault. With her arms supporting the slut's weight entirely, Victus was free to use her as the cocksleeve she'd been swiftly turned into, and her hips jumped to a rapid rate of deep pounding, only drawing half that length free of the slut's bloodied passage before ramming home again, the pressure on the slut's pleasure gland nearly constant and grinding. Pinching one nipple, Victus gave it a hearty twist as she leaned down to murmur into the slut's ear, "Mmmm... you're really getting into this, fuckdoll, aren't you? Wrecking you feels good..."

Poppy Reamer nods her head in agreement, the slut's dick thick and firm again under that continued anal assault. The length pulsing in those fingers while each push down on the cock inside her earned Vic a little extra gush of cum with each pounding against Poppy's prostate. The redheaded shemale throwing her head back and leaning into Vic's own breasts as she wriggles and grinds her entire body. The mess leaking from her red and raw ass leaving a reddish mess against the huge sack the teen's ass bounces off. Panting and tongue lolling from her lips she yips and barks wildly as the building of her renewed heat starts turning the teen's already sex addled brain feral.

Invictus Victoria grips that throbbing cocklength tightly, her hand large enough to fully encircle the beercan girth and clamp down, squeezing as she stroked to keep any further gushes of spunk from pouring out of the girl, locking it all away inside. Her brutal hammering gets longer and longer as the girl descends into madness, breaking that slot even further, the walls torn and bleeding actively now, her ring ripped in places and scarcely even clinging to the brute's bloodstained length anymore. "Does puppy want to be broken properly? Does the little bitch want to gush out all her naughty milk and be left limp and flopping?" Her cock bore down harder on that pleasure gland, hips rolling to squeeze it brutally, "Bark, slutpuppy, whimper for it. Beg like a good girl."

Poppy Reamer gets right into it, barking and whining as she feels every push, every thrust against her g-spot. Her anal ring red and bruised and leaking as that shaft never quite stops moving to give it time to heal. The girl adds a wiggle of her hips, getting her foot long erection pulsing and bouncing in that hand reaching around for it her own balls landing against Vic's. The girl's insides long since sloppy even for Vic's girth as she's pried open like she sat on a parking meter. The tightness of that grip staving off her continued climaxes as Poppy moans, her cumsoaked hair drying out and sticking to itself and her scalp while milk, cum and blood ass stream from her body were it's been coaxed out and in some cases plugged or petered out.

Invictus Victoria angles herself further back, her steely rod pushing down into the slut's ruinous anal cavern to pin that pleasure gland against her pelvis, and those thrusts got very, very long, slurping all the way out to the tip, then hammering in to smash against that spot and grind before slipping on in to the gaping fucktunnel, her balls smashing into the slut's own. Over and over she passed through, each time straining the fuckpuppy's prostate more and more, until finally that battered, swollen gland, backed up with the precum that Victus had locked away inside the slut, strained and popped with a juicy release, and the brute's hand finally unclenched. Slamming herself home, she filled the slut with every inch of her swollen length as the entire contents of the puppy's balls and gland came rushing out in a mind-erasing climax, pleasure hammering the slut's mind to wash it clean of any other thought just in time to feel the blessing of the brute's thick, soupy spunk erupt into the depths of that anal fucktunnel.

Poppy Reamer might just have cum even harder than the first time as Poppy feels herself pop. The release on her cock allowing that backed up load to fire like a hose, splattering against herself and then the desk as that dick turns floppy right there on the spot, keeping the same size as each yellowish arc of cum is blasted out. The eruption in her broken bowels gushing free from that sloppy hole of Poppy's. Tinged pink from the blood of her ripped up rectum it runs down Vic's thighs and into a puddle on the floor while Poppy's own cliamx leaves the desk coated in a decent sized puddle. Those perky milk filled tits gushing again though without the same quantity with less time to reload unlike her now ruined cock.

Invictus Victoria unloaded into the slut's depths for far longer than that destroyed cocklet let loose, pumping rope after rope of thick, sloshing spunk into that ruinous tunnel, much of it running out over the brute's legs, and still more of it surging up deeper to pack the slut's guts full of the creamy cargo. For nearly two minutes she unleashed herself, until the floor for feet around them was a thick puddle, and the slutpuppy's tummy was a bit swollen and sore, before finally letting Poppy rest down onto the desk in a thick layer of her own wasted spunk. Patting the slut on the back of the head, Victus pulled free with a sudden messy splorch, followed by a waterfall of red-tinged spunk, "Go get cleaned up, cockslot, I'll be sending someone in to clean this up."

Poppy Reamer nods her head and sinks off the table, she doesn't so much as clean herself up as wipe herself down with her top, pulling that tee on and down to cover her tits before she pulls her jeans back up, leaving her limp little footlong dripping and flopping until she can do the fly up, leaving it pointing towards her waistband as she does up the belt. "So do I get the position?" she asks with a giggle. "Or at least a cut of the video sales?" she says with a tired but very sated tone of voice. "Guess I'll be using my hands on the girls that come at me needing what you just gave me." she adds even as all that cum and blood leaves a big wet stain through the denim digging between her cheeks.

Invictus Victoria chuckled softly, "Well, that was for my private collection. Blood tends to make people uncomfortable. I'll let you know about the position, though. Well, other than under me." Giving the girl's ass a smack, she headed off to unlock the door and head back into the lounge.