The Debt Collectors III

The Debt Collectors bust into the bar at closing time. The owner is gone, but his daughter stands behind the counter, suddenly alone with two men who came to collect. She locks the door behind them and drops her apron. They strip her fast, shove a ball gag between her teeth, and bend her over a sticky bar stool. One man works his fingers into her ass, then drives a steel hook deep, yanking it up tight to her restraints. She strains, heels scraping the floor, wrists cuffed behind her back. They take turns fingering her open, stretching her until she drips. When she’s ready they fuck her ass hard, alternating strokes, filling her deep while she gags on moans. Double penetration comes quick—both holes used at once, hips slamming, her tits swinging under each thrust. The hook tugs with every slap. She comes shaking, ass red and raw, the bar dark except for the neon flickering over her punished body.