Useful Slut

Gia DiBella waits in the stockade. Sun burns across her bare shoulders. Her head and wrists are trapped, ass pushed out like an offering. The first strike lands hard. The crop whistles, bites, leaves a thin red stripe. She jerks but stays locked in place. A paddle follows, thick and heavy, turning her cheeks blotchy. Then the flogger, strands snapping like angry bees. She moans through gritted teeth. Fingers slide in without warning, two thick ones pushing deep, curling, testing how wet she already is. She drips around them. Cut to rope. She’s on her back now, legs spread and tied open. Rope bites her wrists. You stand over her, hands roaming—rough squeeze of her tits, palm around her throat, squeezing until her eyes widen. The cane comes next. Thin, vicious. Each stroke leaves a perfect line across her thighs and belly. She whimpers, hips bucking against the ropes. You drop between her open legs. Cock finds her slick cunt and slams home. She takes it in one thrust, gasping. Her walls grip tight. You pound her hard, hips slapping, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoing in the open air. You flip her onto her knees, rope still holding her. Her ass is up, red cane marks glowing. You fuck her from behind, balls-deep, watching her cheeks spread around you. Her hole sucks you in like it needs to be used. When you’re ready you pull out, fist your cock, and paint her back and ass with thick ropes of cum. She stays tied, dripping, breathing hard, used and dripping with you.