Natural Born Submissive

Lily LaBeau is nineteen and already on her knees. James Deen’s grip is iron around her throat. He forces a ball gag between her teeth, straps it tight, and watches spit start to leak from the corners of her mouth. Her wrists are cuffed behind her, ankles spread wide by a steel spreader bar. She’s naked, shaking, and already wet. He opens her with his fingers, two, then three, then four, stretching her cunt until his knuckles disappear inside her. Lily’s eyes roll. She gags on the rubber ball but pushes back for more. When he pulls out she’s gaping, pulsing, begging without words. He wipes her slick on her ass and presses the cold steel tip of an ass hook against her hole. One sharp push and the curve sinks home, the ball end resting deep in her rectum. He clips the hook’s ring to her hair, yanking her head back every time she tries to drop her chin. The first cane stroke lands across both cheeks. Lily screams into the gag, a raw, wet sound. A red welt blooms instantly. Another strike. Another. She dances on her toes, the hook tugging cruelly with every flinch. Tears streak her face, but her cunt keeps dripping down her thighs. James frees his cock and slams into her from behind, the impact driving the hook deeper. He fucks her hard, hips slapping, one hand fisted in her hair, the other pressing the cane across her shoulder blades to pin her down. Every thrust knocks the steel ball inside her; every withdrawal drags it back. She comes the first time with a strangled howl, cunt clenching around nothing, fluids squirting down his balls. He pulls out, shoves his cock straight into her throat, balls against her chin. She chokes, nose running, mascara streaking, but she swallows him to the root. Spit pours from the gag hole and coats her tits. He holds her there until her shoulders shake, then yanks her off by the hair and spins her around. The second orgasm hits when he stuffs the acrylic plug into her stretched asshole and fucks her cunt again, the thick plug and his cock separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Lily’s legs buckle. James keeps her upright by the cuffs, pounding until she squirts again, this time soaking the floor. He finally unbinds her just enough to flip her onto her back, re-cuffs her wrists above her head, and drives into her one last time. She comes a third time with her thighs locked around his waist, the ball gag still wedged between her teeth, eyes glassy, body twitching like live wire. When he pulls out, Lily lies there panting, red cane stripes across her ass, acrylic plug still seated deep, drool and tears drying on her cheeks. She looks wrecked. She looks happy.