Enforced Justice Part 2: Into The Fire

Justice wakes in the dark, bound tight next to Rapture and Scarlett. Her wrists ache behind her back, rope digging into soft flesh. Rapture’s big tits strain against the tape that crosses them, nipples hard from the chill. Scarlett’s blonde hair sticks to her cheek, a gag shoved deep between her lips. The three of them are pressed together, sweat and heat mixing fast. Justice tests the knots. Every pull rubs skin against skin, every twist sending a jolt through bound bodies. The van rocks as someone climbs in. A rough hand slides over curves, beard scraping the tender spot behind Justice’s ear. She bites back a moan that feels too close to surrender. The other woman’s breath brushes her throat, ragged, wanting. Rope creaks. Skin glistens. The fight isn’t over, but right now Justice can’t tell if she’s trying to escape or pulling the others closer.