Cabo, the Return. Part 8

Sgt. Major drags Donna out into the Mexican hills, miles from the villa. The heat presses down hard, thick and dry, turning every breath into work. She thinks she can outlast him, thinks her money buys her that right. She stays proud, jaw tight, eyes sharp, even as sweat runs down her back and the ropes bite deeper. He keeps at her. Flogging, fucking, forcing that body of hers to betray her. The ball gag cuts off her protests, leaves her drooling while he works her over, big tits marked red from the strikes. He makes her ask. Makes her beg for every orgasm, voice raw through the gag. She holds out longer than most, but the sergeant never stops, never softens. When she finally breaks, it shows in the slack of her shoulders and the way her eyes lose their fight. After that, she comes on command, cunt dripping while she mumbles permission around the gag. By the time he loads her up to head back, Donna is pliable, used, and ready for whatever comes next.