She's sitting, naked, her ankles in bilbos, a hood tight to her head. Thick, wooden stocks hold her neck and wrists. They're heavy, the stocks. She slowly sinks backward under the weight of them. He whips her. I told you to stay sitting up, he says. And as he circles her, whipping, he lays a bed of spikes on the floor behind her. To wear her down. To get her to agree to anything. You got one minute to get me off, he says. She sucks his cock. But she's not frantic. She's not yet frightened enough. He walks away. When you're sucking cock, your mouth is a vagina, he says. She's locked in bilbos. A steel bit with a long metal tongue makes her gag. Drools runs from her mouth. He tortures her feet, first with a short stick, but then with a cigarette, ashing in her mouth. After he canes her feet, she thrusts her mouth up and down his cock, taking it deep. Now it's clear. She's plenty frightened. Her body hangs in a frame that holds her body. It is on a pivot. So now he can lower her so that her mouth is cock height. And she sucks. Then her turns her upside down and she sucks again. Grasping her ankles, he rams his cock into her cunt, fucking her. This is how it goes for her. Mouth, cunt, mouth, cunt. He keeps fucking and fucking.

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