Taken Advantage Of: Star

Star steps back into the room like she wants it to hurt. I rope her tight, wrists to ankles, chin pulled back, drool already leaking around the ball gag jammed in her mouth. The hogtie is mean. Knees spread, ass up, no wiggle room left. I shove the first probe in her cunt, then another, thicker one up her ass, both of them humming the second they’re seated. She jerks and the ropes creak. Every time she breathes, the toys buzz harder. I walk a slow circle with the cattle prod, letting the tip hover near her ribs, not touching, just promising. Her eyes go wide above the gag, pupils blown. When the violet wand crackles to life I run it over her inner thighs first, tiny sparks dancing on sweat-slick skin. She tries to pull away but the hogtie won’t give. One arc kisses her clit and her whole body locks, thighs trembling. Orgasm number one rips through her so fast she squeals around the rubber ball. I don’t back off. I keep the wand moving, keep the toys pulsing, and she keeps coming, one after another, helpless, shaking, soaking the sheet beneath her. By the time I’m done her eyes are glassy and the ropes are the only thing holding her up.