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She walked in looking like trouble with a smile. Kelly Wells. The Sarge didn’t waste time—ropes first, then the hook. Cold steel between her cheeks, pulling her posture straight, making her stand taller on her toes. She blinked those doe eyes, already glassy. He stuffed the ball gag deep, strapped it tight, watched her lips stretch around the red rubber. Drool came fast. He liked that. Every flinch got punished, every sound turned into another lesson. Her pussy took the worst of it—clamps, slaps, whatever he felt like giving. She stayed open for him. Shaking but willing. He didn’t let up until she was shaking so hard the ropes sang. She took it all. Every inch. Every second. He knew she would.