Cabo, the Return. Part 5

The sun burns. Inside the villa the girls stay tied, wrists raw, mouths full of rubber. Matt works the room like a slow fuse. He stops at each bound body, fingers sliding, toys buzzing, until thighs shake and moans leak around gags. No mercy, no pause, just one shuddering orgasm after another. Some are forced to bury faces between spread legs they know too well, tongues working while cuffs hold them close. They paid for the rush. They got the edge. Jenya comes through the door half-broken, eyes dull. Her spirit’s been stripped on the sand. The others watch, breath caught, until the Sergeant hauls Darling away by the hair for the next round of lessons.