Her face grimaced under the straps and large ball that pulled her full lips apart. She grunted and pulled at the ropes which only made the chain connected to her tits bounce up and down. Thomas laughed again at her predicament and and pulled down his thick winter trousers. His cock popped out hard and ready. Thomas stepped onto the carefully measured platform and presented his cock to her dripping wet pussy. The height and angle was perfect. He sliced off the tape holding the vibrator and tossed it aside.
She could feel him teasing her exhausted folds before he wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed into her, his cock disappearing completely. She screamed and bucked like a wild horse with every pistoning thrust. His loose ball sack slapped loudly. Thomas loved the muffled sounds of her plight, along with her strict bondage position. She truly was a beautiful woman and it WAS a shame that she felt the need to suffer rather than acquiesce. That was neither here nor there of course.
Thomas kept his firm grip around her waist, his body temperature increasing with every passing minute. He reached forward with his head and bit into the back of her neck as he exploded deep inside her. Her slippery cunt leaked out their shared juices when he pulled out. Katrina sunk into her ropes thoroughly spent. How much more could she take?
Thomas stepped off the platform and retrieved the bag. He stepped to her side so she could see what was next for her. She mumbled incoherently into the gag, her mind might actually be broken. However, when she saw the contents of the bag, she immediately pleaded for him to ungag her. Thomas smiled at how clearly she could suddenly speak. He slowly undid the several buckles and straps before pulling out the massive ballgag. More frothy drool spilled out. A thin line of spittle gathered at the corner of her mouth and chin. Her face wore deep strap marks that would take hours to subside.
"Now, one last opportunity to tell me what I want to know. Or else." Katrina stretched her jaws and swallowed hard. Her hoarse voice spoke. "You were right Thomas, you did win." She paused and finally confessed.
"The pS5 controller is under the sink." She sank back into her ropes and smiled. "See that wasn't so difficult was it?" They both broke out in laughter as he carefully released her from the ropes. They embraced and kissed deeply. The interrogation was a rousing success for both of them. He didn't even have to make her listen to the complete works of Johnny Cash CDs he found at the general store. Perhaps next time he thought.