Security Risk, Part 2: Misconduct

Dee’s phone lights up and she answers. A voice demands two million into a crypto wallet. The hacker calls the shots, and his inside girl is Victoria, her own speech writer. Dee grabs Victoria by the arm and drags her down to Quinton’s place. The man circles Victoria, asking questions, and when she stays quiet he clips metal clamps onto her nipples. She drops to her knees. Dee moves in. She wraps her arm around Victoria’s throat, smothers her face with heavy tits, then turns and buries the girl under the weight of her ass. Every time Victoria tries to breathe, Dee presses harder. Quinton works the zapper across Victoria’s clit. He lines wooden pins down her stomach, rips them off, then clamps her pussy lips and holds a vibrator to her. She comes hard, once, twice, again. While he rests he slides into Dee. He fucks her cunt, then her ass, using her holes until he is ready again. Then he turns back to Victoria, pushes her down and takes her mouth, then her cunt, driving the defiance out of her. He knots her in tight rope, arms high, one leg pulled up, feet barely touching. Victoria balances on her toes while Quinton fucks her ass. The stretch, the burn, the rope digging in, and she finally breaks. She swears she knows nothing about Mickey. Quinton makes the terms simple: two million gone, paid back in flesh. Dee clips a short leash to Victoria’s collar and holds her steady. Victoria rides him, takes his cock deep, begs for his load until he empties inside her and she thanks him for every drop.