Fucked Silly

Darling's a straight-up fiend for it. They bind her wrists and ankles, cinch the ropes until she can't move, and hand her straight to Derrick. He doesn't ease in. He shoves her around the room, slaps her, grabs handfuls of that big rack, and drives straight into her ass. Every thrust slams her forward; every slap knocks her sideways. She tries to talk but the words fall apart halfway out of her mouth, turning into wet, broken sounds that don't mean anything. By the time he finishes, she's limp on the floor, eyes glassy, body twitching, drooling nonsense like a toy that's been wound too tight and finally snapped.