Kat opened her eyes. She hurt all over. Her hands were tied with under mattress restraints. A spreader bar was attached to her ankles, keeping her legs apart. She was naked and felt cold, lying on the plastic sheets. She wondered how many guys would be fucking her today...how many dicks would cum in her mouth...how many times she would be punched, or cut, or beat with a leather strap. She figured it didn't matter. She really didn't feel much anymore.
When she first started her sexcapades, Kat loved the threesomes, the feeling it gave her to satisfy two or more men at one time. She liked some of the more aggressive sex, including the sting of being paddled and fucked hard almost like a rape, all this excited her. She used to love getting spit roasted...on her hands and knees sucking on one cock while another fucked her hard from behind. But her favorite was the sex she and John used to have...just the two of them. She loved feeling his fingers playing with her clit, his mouth sucking on her nipples, the way he groaned when he pinned her down and slid his cock deep inside her. She loved the feeling of his throbbing shaft going in and out of her mouth while he explored inside her with his tongue. She longed to feel his muscular body against hers again, holding her tight, especially in the mornings. And when the parade of men starts, when they run a train on her, that's where her mind will go.
