Who Sent You?

Casey watched Christian claw his way to the top, one bloody deal at a time. Cops stayed deaf, dumb and blind while he ran the streets. She thought she could gather proof, get the law to move. Bad bet. They caught her poking through his warehouse. Now she’s lashed to a chair, leather hood blind and mute, rope cutting deep. Christian leans in. She stays silent. So he strips her bare, cock thick and hard, and takes her throat first. She gags, drools, throat working around him while he holds her head and fucks her mouth open. Then the ropes shift. He bends her forward, wrists pulled tight behind her, and slams into her dripping cunt, pounding the answers out of her. She curses, cries, begs. He ignores every word and drives his cock straight into her tight ass instead, spreading her wide with every brutal stroke. Position after position, he uses her—ass, mouth, pussy—until the concrete floor is slick beneath them. She won’t talk. He smiles, keeps fucking her ass raw for the sport of it. Casey holds out, gives nothing but every hole she has.