The Training of Tia Ling, Day Three

Tia Ling hangs in the basement, wrists and ankles pinned flat to the concrete. Every limb stretched tight, every hole open and waiting. A fat cock rams into her ass, pounding the same way it has the past three days, hard and steady, like it owns the place. She takes it without a whimper, back arched, cunt dripping down her thighs, sweat painting black streaks across her eyes. The guy behind her doesn’t speak, just grips her hips and slams in deeper, stretching the tight ring until it gapes on every pull-out. She pushes back anyway, body begging for more even when her legs shake. No mercy, no break, just thick shaft driving home again and again until her breath hitches and her whole frame rattles against the wall. The ache keeps building; the filth keeps flowing. Day three, and she still hasn’t broken.