Interrogation of Ten

Accused of being a spy, Ten sits tied to a chair under a bare bulb. Mark Davis circles her, asking questions she refuses to answer. He yanks her hair, slaps her thighs until the skin glows, then pushes her forward so her ass opens for his fingers. She curses through gritted teeth. He presses harder, adds another finger, twists until her moans turn raw. When she still won’t speak, he pulls out an ass hook, works it inside her inch by inch, then ties it to her hair so every move yanks the steel deeper. He frees his cock, thick and heavy, and forces it between her bound lips. She gags, spit running down her chin, but he keeps her head pinned until her throat stops fighting. He drags her to the table, cuffs her wrists behind her back, and shoves into her ass in one hard thrust. The hook and his cock stretch her together; each stroke slams the steel against his shaft through thin walls of muscle. She screams, half pain, half need, hips bucking despite the restraints. Mark doesn’t stop until she’s shaking, drooling, and begging with sounds that aren’t words anymore.