The Destruction of Felony

Felony walks in on her own two feet. She leaves broken. We fuck the words right out of her mouth until nothing’s left but wet gasps and slack limbs. Every hole gets claimed—cunt, ass, throat—passed around like free meat for anyone with a hard-on. Her ass hook yanks her open while we work the rest of her raw. The gag keeps her quiet when the next wave of fingers, cocks and toys slams in. We wring her dry four separate times; each squirt hits the floor until her pussy runs empty. Then she drags her own hair through the mess, mopping up slick strings of cum. Left in the puddle, twitching, deaf to the voices above her.