Night passed slow. Lisa barely slept. Boobs throbbed from clamps yesterday. Nipples swollen big, dark red. Every breath hurt. Ass still ripped open, burning constant. Small blood stains on mattress. Pussy sore but wet in shame from forced climaxes. She hated how body responded.

Man came early. Naked. Dick hard already. Carried thick rope, candle, lighter, small metal bowl. Smiled soft. “Good morning, my love.” Kissed lips gentle. Tongue slow. She did not fight. Too tired. He tasted her mouth. “You taste like my cum still.”