Lost and Afraid

Chloe runs from a nightmare straight into Mr. Pete. She thinks she found safety. Turns out she found a man who lives for rope and rough sex. She pounds on the door. He opens it calm as can be. "No cops," he tells her. "We'll handle it ourselves." Next thing she knows she's on the floor in pink sneakers, wrists bound, mouth gagged, while the Hitachi buzzes her clit and he works a flogger across her small tits. He clamps her nipples, rolls a Wartenberg wheel over the tight peaks, then wraps his hand around her throat and squeezes. Breath play, straight up. She shivers but stays put. The ropes hold her wherever he wants her. When he feeds her his thick cock she drools down her chest, spit dripping onto her pussy. He lets her gag and choke, then pulls out and moves behind her. Doggy on the floor, ass high, he drives into her cunt first, flogging her back as he fucks. She doesn't have to wait long. He lines up with her tight ass and sinks in deep, stretching her while she wails. Still bound on her back, legs spread wide, he swaps holes like he owns them. Fingers in her ass, then the same fat dick that just fucked her pussy. He circles her clit, drags her close, makes her beg before he lets her come. He switches again, pounding her ass until it gapes, then slams back into her cunt. She thrashes against the rope but can't move an inch. When he finishes, thick ropes of cum land on her belly while she lies there shaking. She came to the door lost and afraid. Now the ropes say otherwise.