The Debt Collectors II

Calico lies awake at night, hungry. Her bed feels too safe, too soft. She craves a darker edge she’s never tasted. In her mind, two debt collectors own the night. They show up to collect on her brother’s debt, and she offers herself instead. The moment she nods, they strip her of power. Rope bites her wrists, her ankles. A hand cracks across her face, sharp, sudden. Her body jerks, breathes harder. One man shoves thick fingers between her cheeks, opening her up for the second man’s cock. When the first slides in, the second follows, stretching her wider until her eyes tear. They clamp her nipples, run a string of clothespins down her stomach, then rip it away in one brutal stroke. Pain shoots through her, flips into white-hot pleasure. Tied face-down, ass up, she takes every hard thrust, bound and helpless. Each slam sends shocks up her spine, forces guttural sounds from her throat. She comes hard, again, tighter around them, every pulse an admission she wants this more than safety.