Feeding the Gimp

Nikki wakes up bound, wrists yanked behind her back, ankles locked wide. A gimp in black latex leans over her—Kara, eyes burning through the hood slits. She rams a fat ball gag between Nikki’s teeth, straps it tight. Spit leaks down Nikki’s chin while Kara’s gloved fingers shove lube into her ass, two knuckles deep, twisting. The gimp’s cock—thick, veined, black hair at the root—slaps heavy against Nikki’s thigh. One hard thrust and it sinks straight in, stretching her open. Nikki’s muffled screams shake the gag. Kara fucks like she owns the hole: long, mean strokes that bottom out, then pull back to the head before slamming again. Nikki’s cunt starts to leak, then gush, squirting across the sheets in hard pulses every time that dick punches her prostate. The gimp doesn’t slow. She pins Nikki’s shoulders, drives deeper, balls slapping skin. Spit runs from the corners of Nikki’s stretched mouth; tears streak mascara down her cheeks. Kara’s hips never miss a beat—pure, ugly need turned loose inside a helpless body.