Chapter 9
The Third Coin
John Q left me there, hands and feet bound, ring gag in the mouth. I didn’t whimper, not even one sound of protest. Mouth swimming in c*m, smeared in my own p***y juices, ass wide open. Wrung out, and tossed aside like a limp, wet rag, I was done. Anyone could have just strolled along and untied my legs, raped my ripe p***y and I wouldn’t have cared. Hell, if I could have gotten up the energy I would have begged them to do it.
And I hadn’t felt this good in years.
All the frustrated tension, the anger, that had built up over the years, that I hadn’t even known was there, had just run off. And all it took was a good screw, right? Well, I’ve had screws since I stopped going to the Leather Heel. Good ones too. Only this time I hadn’t really been screwed, and the a
