Cabo: Weekend Nightmare Part 3

The weekend keeps dragging. Five friends who came here for rope and rules now twist on the floor, sweat slick on their skin. One blonde thrashes against the ropes biting her arms; another rocks on knees, big tits swinging heavy with every breath. A third lies on her belly, hips up, mouth forced wide around a thick black ball gag that shines with drool. Elbows pulled tight, wrists crossed, ankles lashed to thighs. The house creaks, but no one comes. Each second stretches like the cords around their limbs. They strain, moan through the gag, blink against the harsh light. Somewhere a clock ticks. Somewhere a phone stays dead. They start to wonder if the weekend will ever end.