The rough rope bit into my wrists, cinched tight above my head, the coarse fibers scraping raw. I was naked, spread-eagled on the cold steel frame, my ankles lashed wide apart. The blindfold blocked everything, leaving only sound and touch. I heard his belt unbuckle, the slow slide of leather against denim.
“You’re just a hole, Edith. A wet, dumb cunt for my cock.”
I whimpered, my pussy already slick with need. His hand smacked my ass cheek—sharp, stinging. I yelped, bucking against the restraints.
“Shut up. Take it.”
He shoved his cock into my mouth without warning, gagging me. I tasted salt and precum. My throat convulsed, tears leaking under the blindfold. He fucked my face hard, ignoring my sputters, then pulled out and spat on my slit. I felt his thumb push inside my asshole, dry, and I screamed into the gag.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’ll take my cock in every hole tonight.”





