Angel's lithe form is cinched and bound, her breath ragged with fear and exhilaration. The room's silence is shattered by the dominating voice, "Today, you will taste the forbidden, little one." A finger, glistening with the taboo substance, presses against her closed lips. She hesitates, then opens, her eyes welling up as the bitter taste explodes in her mouth. The room echoes with her gagging sounds as she's forced to swallow, her body trembling, yet secretly craving more of this degrading, yet intoxicating, initiation.