Halfway House Of Sluts 2: Zoe's Warm Welcome

Zoe steps inside the halfway house like fresh meat. Two women wait for her—older, sharper, hungry. Tina grabs her by the throat before she can drop her bag. Michele slides behind and ties her wrists fast. The rope bites. They drag her down a short hallway into a dim room lit by a single bulb. They strip her fast. Hands everywhere. Tina shoves a ball gag between Zoe’s teeth, straps it tight behind her head. Spit leaks from the corners of her mouth. Michele’s beard scrapes Zoe’s neck as she leans in close, breathing hard. Dark hair falls over her eyes while she works the knots. Zoe’s on her knees now. Wrists pulled behind her back. Ankles spread and cinched. The floor’s cold under her bare skin. Tina’s fingers hook into her mouth around the gag, testing how deep they can go. Michele laughs low, then runs a rough palm across Zoe’s chest, squeezing hard. They take their time. Slow touches turn sharp. Fingers twist nipples until Zoe bucks. The gag keeps her quiet but not silent—wet, broken sounds slip out anyway. Tina’s thigh presses between Zoe’s legs, grinding slow and mean. Michele watches, beard brushing Zoe’s shoulder as she leans in to bite. Sweat beads on Zoe’s skin. Rope marks already rising. Every tug, every slap lands louder in the tight room. They don’t speak much. Just low grunts and the wet sound of skin on skin. Zoe’s eyes water. She takes it. They make sure she knows this is only the start.