Showing Her The Ropes

Carrie's sulking because Victoria's skipping town. She lives for the rough shit Vic dishes out, and finding another woman who can tie knots and fuck her senseless feels next to impossible. Vic tosses Carrie a bone, though—she's gonna hand-pick one of the crew, Rachel, and break down exactly how to keep Carrie howling. They slam her against the door frame, limbs stretched and cuffed wide. Vic talks her through every move while she demonstrates: wrist cuffs cinched tight, rope biting her ribs, then a long black belt snapping across Carrie's tits until they're flushed cherry red. Carrie jerks, moans, tries to press into every sting. They tease her cock-hungry cunt with fingers and cold lube until her legs are shaking, pulling out right when she's ready to pop. Victoria laughs, slaps her ass. "Remember, kiddo—edge the little slut till she's ready to beg." Rachel swaps in. She wraps a palm around a fat, pink strap-on and slides it past Carrie's soaking entrance, burying every inch until Carrie's pinned to the wood. The fucking gets faster, rougher, the same cadence Victoria drilled into her. Skin slapping, Carrie's breath hitching, Rachel’s hips slapping tight against her reddened ass until Carrie shatters so hard the cuffs rattle.