The Psych Ward: Part 2

James drags the new girl into the psych ward like fresh meat on the chopping block. She scrubs up under cold water, skin pink and raw, then they strap her down on the gyno chair. Thick leather holds her wrists and ankles open. Dr. Donna Dolore watches with a smile that says the money’s already rolling in. One by one they pay and step inside. Ball gags stretch her mouth wide while thick cocks fill every other hole. She takes it airtight, one buried in her ass and another pounding her cunt, while a third uses her throat. Her body bucks, muscles twitching, but the straps don’t give. Every thrust is paid for, every moan ignored. She’s nothing but a fuck-toy now, and the men keep lining up.