Lesbian Sex Ward

AnnaBelle's not sick. She's hooked. Too much fucking, too little restraint. So the hospital locks her in. Two nurses run the show—Lorelei and Ashley. Both know the cure. Both enjoy the method. They wheel her in on a gurney, already stripped and strapped. The gag goes in first, tight, stretching her jaw, turning every moan into a wet, muffled threat. Then they flip her. Face down. Ass up. Lorelei slips a cold hook between her cheeks, slides it home, then clips the ring to her collar. Any twitch of her head pulls the steel deeper. AnnaBelle shudders; they smile. Ashley lubes two fingers and works them into the same hole, slow and cruel, stretching her around the hook. When AnnaBelle tries to squirm, Lorelei slaps her ass hard enough to leave a handprint, then drives in deeper. The patient’s thighs shake. They keep going. Two fingers become three. Ashley adds her tongue, licking around the metal, tasting skin and lube, never giving AnnaBelle a moment to breathe. Lorelei trades her fingers for a thick plug, forcing it beside the hook until AnnaBelle’s hole is stuffed full and trembling. Every push makes the gag rattle. They take turns. One keeps her open, the other works her cunt with quick, ruthless strokes until she comes—once, twice—body jerking against the restraints. They don’t stop. They switch. They add more. They keep the tension high and the orgasms coming until AnnaBelle stops fighting and starts begging through the gag. By the time they’re done, the sheets are soaked and AnnaBelle’s eyes are glassy. The nurses unclip the hook, wipe her down, and wheel her out like it’s just another shift. Tomorrow they’ll do it again.