The Pressure Hose: Brooke Bound

Brooke wants that orgasm so badly she’ll let them rope her until she can’t breathe. Elbows crushed together behind her, they order her to strip. Every second she stalls, they hit her with the hose—ice-cold water slamming across bare skin, making her jerk and gasp. When she’s finally naked they string her up, head down, and dunk her face-first into the fish bowl. Bubbles break around her lips while her body twists in mid-air. On her feet again, steel forceps bite hard onto each nipple. A chain runs from the clamps down to an empty bucket; they start pouring water in, each splash dragging her tits lower, forcing her onto her toes. The chain pulls taut. Pain keeps her upright. Last, they hoist her over the tub, ankles and wrists locked high, and shove the fat water dildo straight into her. The stream hammers deep, filling her until she shakes, dripping onto the porcelain below. She moans through clenched teeth, still chasing that single, shattering release.