Isis and the Worthless Little Prick

Isis is back and she's looking for a new toy to chew up. She finds him already naked on the bed, cock standing at attention, balls hanging loose between his legs. She doesn't waste time with pleasantries. Her fingers wrap around his shaft and squeeze hard, twisting just enough to make him gasp. Then she goes for his balls. The slap echoes off the walls, followed by another, and another. He tries to curl up but she's already got him roped tight at the wrists, ankles spread wide and locked to the bed frame. Her knees sink into his chest as she settles over him, keeping his useless prick pinned beneath her heel. Every time he whimpers she presses down harder, grinding until his eyes water. She leans in close, breath hot on his ear, tells him exactly what he's good for and how little it adds up to. He can't answer. His mouth is stuffed with whatever she found on the floor. She goes back to work on his balls, slapping, squeezing, pulling until they're swollen and red. He stays hard the whole time. She laughs at that too.