Agent Marx: Hungry For Answers

Password, the voice snarls from the dark. Allie wakes up bound and bare, skin crawling with fear. A gloved hand shoves her head down; she tastes leather, tongue working the toe of the woman’s boot until it shines. Every lash of that tongue earns a sharp slap across her face. A blindfold drops over her eyes, tight and final. The gag comes next, thick rubber forcing her jaws open, drool already spilling down her chin. Current bites her nipples and clit in quick, mean pulses, and her whole body jumps against the ropes. The shocks keep coming, jerk after jerk, until her hips buck hard enough to rattle the chair. Then the vibrator presses in, relentless, and Allie shakes through orgasm after orgasm, blind, gagged, and helpless to stop any of it.