The Dark Corner Saloon: Miley May Taken, Tied Up, and Tormented

Last call at the Dark Corner Saloon. Miley May wipes down the bar, last customer still slumped in the corner. Mechanic coveralls, mask, eyes locked on her. She tells him to leave. He stands fast, slams his chair down, grabs her by the throat. Says the words low and slow: do what he says, she stays breathing. He shoves her onto a table, tears her clothes away. Zip-ties bite her wrists and ankles, stretch her tight to the tabletop. He makes her meet his stare while he shoves an empty bottle inside her cunt. The glass grinds in slow. When he pulls it free, he picks up a leather crop and slaps her pussy again and again until the sting blooms hot and red. She’s still gasping when he slides a fat dildo into her. Cuts the ties, hauls her to the bar, drops her face-down on the counter. Hands pinned behind her, legs taped, mouth sealed with duct tape. He yanks her hips high, smacks her ass, and drives the thick toy deep again. Next she’s on a filthy mattress, rope tight around her torso, arms wrenched back. He crawls over her, presses something electric to skin and zaps. Leather flogger paints fresh stripes. Rope at her legs falls away; she rolls onto her back, legs spread on command. Dildo slams in once more, vibrator buzzes hard on her clit, every nerve lit up. Final stretch: ball-gag crammed between her teeth, new coils of rope pull her into the air. Full suspension. He works the dildo until her body shakes and she’s done, then lowers her, spent.