They came inside her again. And again. And again. They took pills— small, dark pills that they produced from pouches on their belts. They swallowed them. Their cocks hardened again. They fucked her again.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!! NNGHH—!! HIEKKK—!! AAAANGHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"
They tied her hands.
Behind her back. With a silk scarf. The same kind of scarf the king used. They bound her wrists. They held her arms. They fucked her from behind— on her hands and knees, her face in the pillow, her ass in the air, her hands tied behind her back.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
Her ass was clapping.
The sound was loud. Filling the room. The flesh of her ass— round, full, pale— was bouncing with each thrust. The cheeks were red— spanked, slapped, the handprints darkening. The sound of the clapping was rhythmic. Obscene. The sound of a woman being fucked like a bitch.
