Sasha's assailant reached down and pinched her right nipple roughly in his calloused hand. She moaned and strained her hands against the metal of the cuffs that still pinned her arms behind her back. The man fondled her breasts, squeezing them together until it hurt.
"Stand up, slut!" he commanded. Sasha awkwardly stood up and faced him, her pinned arms making her sumptuous breasts stand higher on her chest. The man grabbed her breast with one hand, and with the other began rubbing her hot, slick slit.
"I knew you loved it," he whispered hoarsely. "I knew you were just waiting for someone to treat you like the little whore you've always been inside." He pushed two fingers inside of her with little resistance. A cry escaped her lips as the man roughly fingered her.
As Sasha felt herself approaching orgasm, the man's fingers withdrew, leaving her suddenly empty. She let out a frustrated sigh, and the man smacked her breast with the hand he had just withdrawn from her pussy. "Be quiet, slut. I'll tell you when to come."
He slapped each of her breasts roughly three times. The sting was more intense than when he had smacked her ass, but Sasha found herself moaning when he was finished. The man bent and sucked on her nipple, biting it slightly. He slid his hands over her stomach and around her back, down to her ass. There, he smacked her left cheek roughly before scooping her into his arms and lifting her.
The man carried the still-cuffed Sasha to the bed and flipped her over. Her arms splayed out uncomfortably behind her as her she supported herself on her knees, her face pressing into the mattress. Sasha turned her head so she could breathe.
Reaching around her, the man raked his calloused hands against her back and squeezed her breasts roughly some more, alternating pinching her nipples and mashing her tits into his large hands. As he did this, Sasha found herself wiggling her ass back towards his body.