Crossdressed Secretary Forced to Submit
Copyright© 2025 by Michele Nylons
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Sarah is a mature crossdresser with a dark past. Searching to relive something that happened to her when she was a teenager, she agrees to meet a man in a no-tell motel but is totally unprepared for what is about to happen to her. A group of men have their own plans involving submission and degradation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Rape Reluctant CrossDressing Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Leg Fetish Small Breasts
Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia
The man approached the bed jiggling the handcuff keys, holding them in front of Sarah’s face to taunt her. She had overheard the conversation between Salesi and the other two men and she knew that there was no salvation in those handcuff keys.
The man looked down at Sarah lying on the bed, her arms outstretched above her head, handcuffed to the bedhead. She might be forty, she might be fifty; the heavy makeup made it difficult to tell her age and everybody lied in their Grindr profiles. She was pretty, even with her makeup smeared and her raven black hair mussed. Her blouse was open and untucked revealing her ‘man-boobs’, her belly was flat and hairless. Of course Gary knew that Sarah was a crossdresser and that her hair was a wig but she could pass as a woman except for when you looked further down her body.
Sarah’s navy blue pencil skirt had been hiked up by Loyd so he could fuck her, exposing the black satin garter belt with red lace trim and her matching panties. The illusion that she was a woman was foiled by the flaccid penis bulging her semen sodden panties.
“Hey Steve, Salesi, the bitch creamed her panties when Loyd fucked her,” Gary sniggered.
“I told you Gary, this bitch likes it rough. She got a semi on when she was sucking my cock,” Salesi replied and ran his hand along her leg.
“I love these fully-fashioned stockings. This bitch can be my secretary any day of the week,” Salesi chuckled and squeezed her thigh.
So now Sarah had all of their names: Loyd, whom she had met on Grindr and who had lured her to the motel, Salesi, the big Islander who had fucked her mouth first, Gary, the guy with the handcuff keys and Steve, the balding fat older guy.
“Ok, I’m going to uncuff you and give you a minute to work some circulation into your wrists, then you’re going to kneel on the bed and I’m going to cuff you again. Don’t fight us, don’t try to get off the bed, just do as you’re told and we won’t have to get handsy with you,” Gary barked.
Sarah was just happy that she was going to be free of the cuffs for a while. Her arms were aching and her wrists were burning. Gary uncuffed one wrist, then the other and Sarah sighed with relief and rubbed her wrists, wincing when full circulation brought momentary pain but then relief. She smoothed her skirt tugging the hem down so that at least for a while she had a modicum of decorum. She also buttoned her blouse.
“Ok, enough faffing, get on your knees girly,” Gary barked and dangled the cuffs in front of her face whilst smiling wickedly.
There was no escape so Sarah obeyed and got on her knees athwart the middle of the bed and held out her wrists and experienced a small moment of triumph when Gary cuffed her wrists in front of her body rather than behind her back.
That moment was short-lived however when Gary pushed her down so that she was resting on her hands and knees. Gary climbed on the bed and took up position behind Sarah and Steve stood on the floor facing her, his cock directly in front of her face. Salesi stood at the bottom of the bed looking on and Sarah could see that he had his phone in his hands, the camera facing the bed. He was obviously going to film her being spit roasted.
Steve lifted Sarah up by her armpits so that her face was level with his and began to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Thankfully his breath was fresh and Sarah endured his advances. To be honest he was a good kisser and Sarah returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Steve took her handcuffed hands and placed them in his groin. His semi-hard cock responded when she grasped it awkwardly and stroked it. It was long and sleek but not too girthy, which was just as well because Sarah knew where it was going next.
She felt Gary slide his hands under her skirt and his fingers gently stroked her thighs. He fondled the dark welts of her stocking-tops and then he traced the backseam of her nylons from thigh to ankle and little freshets of delectation proliferated along her legs. Steve kissed her passionately and she felt his cock fully engorge and she wondered briefly if she might be able to bring him off in her hand and save herself the indignity of having to suck his cock. Then she felt Gary lift her skirt and nestle his steely member in the crevice between her buttocks and slide it up and down her cum-soaked panties.
It wasn’t unpleasant and in different circumstances she would have welcomed the attention of the two men. She returned Steve’s kisses with feigned ardour and stroked his cock a little faster and his breathing became laboured, little grunts escaping his lips and wheezing into her mouth. His belly got in the way of her handcuffed wrists and she could feel the steel of the encircling restraints abrading his soft flesh. It must have been irritating because Steve slapped her hand away from his groin or maybe he was close to cumming and had ascertained her plan to bring him off in her hand.
It was as if a telepathic message passed between the two men because Gary pressed on Sarah’s shoulders, forcing her back down on her hands and knees.
Steve lifted his overhanging gut out of the way and pulled Sarah’s face into his groin and pressed his cock against her mouth. At the same time Gary eased aside Sarah’s panties and nestled the head of his phallus into her puckered bud. Gary gripped her hips and thrust. His cock slid into her anus like a hot knife through soft butter, Steve’s semen and the remaining lubricant easing the passage of his engorged rod.
Sarah felt Gary’s glans distend her sphincter and his shaft glide past the tight ring and begin to fill her void. It seemed like Gary’s cock was as long and as thick as a truncheon as it slid deeper and deeper inside her until finally she felt his groin press against her panty-clad buttocks, his scrotum swinging back and forth against her taint. She opened her mouth to squeal and Steve took advantage and pushed his cock into her mouth, stifling her cry of anguish.
“There’s a good girl. Just relax and take daddy’s cock,” Gary’s voice was almost soothing.
Sarah’s face was pressed against Steve’s fat belly with half of his lengthy appendage in her mouth. Steve seemed happy to just stand there with his cock in Sarah’s mouth, his hands resting lightly on her head and let her nurture his cock with her mouth, which suited her. She would likely choke if he pushed the whole thing in there. Bent over as she was, she needed to rest her upper bodyweight on her hands so she was unable to cup Steve’s scrotum so she concentrated on working her lips on the shaft of his penis and her tongue on his bulbous glans. It was easy work for her.
What wasn’t easy was taking Gary’s cock in her ass. It was huge! Luckily for Sarah, Gary stopped thrusting when he had his phallus fully inside her. She kept still and concentrated on relaxing her anal sheath and sphincter until she comfortably accommodated the mighty organ while she slathered at Steve’s penis. He started the annoying habit that some men liked to do which was to rip his cock out of her mouth and bounce it on her nose and cheeks whilst pushing her mouth onto his scrotal sac.
Sarah paid homage to him however, licking the hairy ball-bag and then sucking it into her mouth and using her tongue to slather his testes, which Steve seemed to like, at least for a little while before he shoved his prick back in her mouth.
At the other end of her body, Gary had rested long enough and staved off a premature orgasm and was ready to fuck her. He slapped her ass a couple of times, gripped her hips a little tighter, and began to plunge his cock slowly in and out of her tight hole, watching intently as his cock systematically see-sawed her puckered bud. He removed his hands from her hips and gripped her thighs, pulling Sarah’s plump ass into his groin and ground his pubis into her and Sarah, now comfortably adjusted to his long girthy manhood, obligingly pushed back.
“You love it don’t you, you slut!” Gary grunted as he worked her ass, stroking her nylon-sheathed legs.
“Suck my cock you whore!” Steve decided be needed to be verbal too as he held Sarah’s face in his hands and forced his cock in and out of her mouth.
They were role-playing for the camera but both men were enjoying ravishing the attractive crossdresser.
“This is going to look awesome when I upload it,” Salesi worked his phone’s camera as if he was a Hollywood director, zooming in and panning out on the action.
Despite her discomfort, Gary’s cock was fulfilling its duty as an instrument of pleasure, lighting up the pleasure centres in Sarah’s rectum and her sphincter, which gripped Gary’s rod as he drove it in and out of her. Her prostate was a fiery ball of sensuality, radiating waves of carnal delight.
She instinctively clenched and unclenched her rectal muscles, gripping and releasing Gary’s cock as he began to fuck her harder and faster. Her sphincter contracted and released around his invading member and Gary struggled not to climax as her velutinous channel undulated and quivered as Sarah worked her ass like a craftsman, providing maximum pleasure for both of them.
It was not the first time that Sarah had been spit roasted, far from it, and she always found it a little difficult ensuring that the men at both ends of her body received the same attention. Now that she had her ass providing Gary with maximum pleasure, she worked her lips and tongue on Steve’s long sleek rod, circling the corona of his glans with her tongue while her lips slid up and down the shaft. She felt the veins begin to pulse animatedly and the shaft begin to quiver and she smiled around the appendage filling her mouth; she knew that Steve was close to extremis. He gripped her head and fucked her mouth, his eyes closed in paroxysm of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Steve cried and gripped Sarah’s head in his hands and shot his first spritz of jism in her mouth.
Sarah slavered at Steve’s cock, lapping his sensitive glans with her tongue and felt it erupt again, the second burst of milky ejaculate filling her mouth forcing her to swallow it as Steve’s cock continued to plunder her mouth.
Gary watched his friend fucking Sarah’s mouth, listening to the sucking, slurping sounds as Sarah expertly fellated Steve and to the ‘thwok’ ‘thwok’ ‘thwok’ sounds of his pubis slamming into Sarah’s buttocks, her fine derrière grinding against him, gyrating to maximise his and her pleasure.
When Steve drove his cock as far as he could into Sarah’s willing mouth, pulling her face into his fat belly she almost suffocated and she bucked and writhed on all fours as she struggled to breathe. Steve misread her discomfort for an expression of carnal pleasure and held her face into his belly and ejaculated into her mouth. Steve’s spunked a torrent of viscous ejaculate into Sarah’s mouth, forcing her to swallow it, further hindering her fight to breathe.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Fuck me this is awesome! I’ve never cum this much in my life,” Steve squealed.
Sarah’s mouth filled with another freshet of musky semen which she struggled to swallow so she could breathe.
Watching all this triggered Gary’s climax and he dug his fingers into Sarah’s thighs, pulling her rounded ass tightly against his groin as he drove his cock all the way inside her and unleashed his issue deep inside her rectum.
“Fuck! Me too!” Gary pulled Sarah’s cushiony buttocks into his groin and slammed his cock deep inside her and began to inseminate her.
The sensation of having her mouth raped, swallowing Steve’s milky, salty issue, while Gary’s cock quivered inside her asshole, blasting her full of spunk, his glans pressing on her prostate, his shaft fretting her sphincter, triggered Sarah’s orgasm. For the second time that evening she spunked her knickers. She sucked gregariously on Steve’s cock and ground her buttocks into Gary’s pubis to elicit as much pleasure as possible for all three participants.
“This is fucking amazing guys! Steve, spunk on her face!” Salesi was taking his directorial duties seriously as he zoomed in for close-up, just in time to catch Steve whip his cock out of Sarah’s mouth and spray the remainder of his ejaculate over her eyes, nose, lips and hair.
Clots of his glutinous issue ran down her face and glistened in her raven hair. Sarah took a mighty breath and moaned like a slattern as she ground her ass into Steve’s groin, eliciting as much pleasure as she could as his cock quivered and disgorged his load deep in her anus.
Salesi caught the whole thing on camera, including Steve rubbing his cock on Sarah’s face, smearing her makeup with his issue, whilst Sarah desperately licked the creamy goo off her lips, her eyes glazed with lust, and then Gary pulling his cock from her tight hole, spraying the last of his issue on her panty-shrouded ass cheeks. It would make an epic porn film.
Salesi was frantically wanking his cock with one hand whilst filming with the other. The show that Sarah was putting on was so outrageously erotic and when Gary finished ejaculating Salesi dropped his phone on the bed, pushed Gary out the way and slammed his cock into Sarah’s semen-clotted hole.
Sarah collapsed under Salesi’s weight, her body pressed firmly into the mattress as Salesi raped her asshole. He thrust once, twice, three times and was done. He roared with anguished euphoria as his cock undulated inside Sarah’s battered anus and discharged his hot load. Sarah lay underneath him, totally exhausted and unable to move. Salesi ground his cock into Sarah’s ass a few times to release the last of his issue and then rolled off her.
“Did you guys enjoy yourselves?” Loyd stood in the doorway, he’d been watching the show for the last few minutes.
“You promised us a good looking, juicy piece of ass Loyd, and you didn’t let us down,” Gary slapped Sarah on Sarah’s bottom.
Gary’s semen was congealing on her panties and the tops of her stockings, Salesi’s jism dribbled from her distended asshole, her face was caked with Steve’s spunk and freshets of it glistened in her jet-black hair.
“Well let’s get a drink and have a smoke while she gets some rest before we go at her again, shall we?” Gary led the four men out of the bedroom, turning off the light before he closed and locked the door.
Sarah lay face down on the bed, cum-spattered and dog-tired. She curled up in a ball and her mind once again drifted back to the past.
Kings Cross, Sydney Australia - 1981
Sarah grunted and opened her legs a little wider so she could keep her balance in her ridiculously high heels. She was pressed against the brick wall outside the toilet block just down from Fitzroy Gardens. Her sequined minidress was hiked up, her pantyhose and panties rolled down to her knees and a fifty-something suburbanite visiting ‘The Cross’ to experience Sydney’s premier red light district was buggering her.
“Hurry up love, I haven’t got all night,” Sarah whined.
She had been making her way home from the Goldfish Bowl when the man had accosted her and offered her twenty dollars for a ‘knee trembler’. Sarah was drunk and a little high and had already had sex with three different men over the course of the evening but the promise of quick cash was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a mess, her nylons laddered and she was walking precariously on her heels, zigzagging her way home when the drunken reveller solicited her.
“Shut up you tranny bitch!” the man gripped her hips and jackhammered his cock in and out of her anus.
He was drunk and horny but couldn’t quite get there. Sarah slipped a hand between her legs and found his scrotum and fondled the hairy sac expertly and that did the trick. The man pulled her ass into his groin and ground against her, depositing his load deep inside her anus.
As soon as he finished climaxing the stranger whipped his cock from her ass and stuffed it in his pants. He dropped a twenty dollar note on the ground between Sarah’s legs and staggered away looking for a taxi. Sarah picked up the money before she even bothered pulling up her underwear. Pickpockets and thieves were rampant in this part of town. She shoved the money in her purse, rolled up her pantyhose and pulled up her flimsy pink transparent knickers and continued on her way, lighting an Alpine with her Bic as she tottered home.
Kings Cross was full of bars and clubs during this period and many trans women worked in them. The Rex Hotel, Tina’s Bar, The Venus Room and the Bourbon and Beefsteak were popular social spots and fertile ground for picking up trade.
Unbeknown to the punters, many of the strip clubs employed trans girls who were often better at the art of striptease than their female co-workers. These places were a drawcard for straight males looking to try something exotic and good looking, passable, transgender women and transvestite men could earn quite a decent stipend. A large group of working girls operated around Darley Street in Darlinghurst because the laws of the day allowed street soliciting and the traffic often backed up in William Street on a Saturday night as punters crawled the curb.
The tranny prostitutes worked an area called ‘The Wall’ and could be seen hopping in and out of cars or disappearing into dark alleyways with their punters.
Sarah did not consider herself a prostitute. Most nights she frequented the Goldfish Bowl where she was invariably hit on. If she liked the man she would go back with him to his hotel room or they would skip across the road to the Pleasure Chest, an adult store that had a XXX cinema, gloryholes and private cubicles out back.
The very first time she had been hit on Sarah was an ingenue, new to the bright lights of Sydney and out for the first time dressed en-femme. She had stumbled into the Goldfish Bowl to escape the taunts, catcalls and groping hands of the men on the busy streets who thought a pretty young girl in a short skirt was fair game.
She had made love with the man in his room in the Crest Hotel, right above the venue, and was stupidly disappointed when he tossed a twenty on the bed on his way to the bathroom and asked her to be gone before he came out. She caught a taxi back to the student accommodation at the University of Sydney and snuck into her room at four in the morning reeling from the experience.
Her foray into Kings Cross came about not long after she graduated high school and went to university. Her first lover Billy Barton had left for Melbourne but had recommended that his friend Steve Reynolds take Billy’s place.
Steve Rynolds had turned out to be more than an adequate replacement for Billy Barton. Steve was more mature, more experienced and a very enthusiastic lover who adored Sarah and taught her things in the bedroom that she never dreamed were possible. After matriculating near the top of his class, Stefan enjoyed a couple of months of freedom spending as much time as possible transformed as Sarah. Steve had his own place, only one train station down the line, and Stefan would arrive at Steve’s place with a backpack full of feminine requisites and go straight into the spare bedroom and emerge as Sarah and they would fuck the afternoon and evening away.
When Stefan left Sutherland to attend the University of Sydney, accommodated in the student digs, he took all of Sarah’s accoutrements with him. Sarah emerged from her cocoon, assured of anonymity in the big city and gravitated naturally to Kings Cross where her type were not only accepted, they were welcome.
After her indoctrination into the world of sin on her first night at the Goldfish Bowl, Sarah realised that she was potentially onto a good thing. She didn’t openly prostitute herself but if the men she met who craved company were willing to drop some money for her services, who was she to say no? It wasn’t like she was selling her ass on the street or working the clubs and bars owned and operated by the likes of Abe Saffron, the so called King of the Cross.
After three months she had saved enough money to move out of the student gigs and rent a bedsit apartment on Ward Avenue, one street removed from ‘the strip’ as Darlinghurst Road was known. She put together an extensive wardrobe and hung out in various clubs and pubs that welcomed her kind, invariably ending up at the Goldfish Bowl. As a young, attractive, passable twenty year old transvestite, new on the scene, she was very popular.
At first Stefan allowed Sarah to take control of his psyche after classes during the week and on weekends but Sarah soon became addicted to the lifestyle: the booze, the drugs, the adoration of men, and of course, the sex. Her grades started slipping when she began to skip lectures, miss assignment deadlines and seldom studied. She was spiralling out of control and Stefan was powerless to stop her.
Sarah became a fixture at the Cross’s most popular nightspots. She was on first name basis with the bartenders, bouncers, doormen, touts and hustlers. She was good for business as wide-eyed schmucks from the suburbs out for a night in ‘sin city’ sidled up to her, buying overpriced drinks and spending big. She was careful never to pick up men except at the Goldfish Bowl, which was considered neutral territory by the pimps and crooks. She befriended a detective from the notoriously corrupt Darlinghurst police station, fucking him on a steady basis in return for being left alone by the licencing squad and beat coppers.
She rubbed shoulders with some of the transgender women who worked at Les Girls and for a time contemplated whether or not that she too might be gender dysphoric (a term not yet in common use) but decided that she wasn’t, she just loved the life she was living but it would all come to an abrupt halt.
Barely scraping through the first year at university, living as Sarah when he wasn’t attending campus, Stefan was perilously close to spiralling out of control when fate intervened. She was nearly home at 4am on Sunday morning when the two men accosted her. Sarah had been taking speed to get her through a day and night of debauchery and to fight the effects of the alcohol she had imbibed and was coming down with a crash, almost dead on her feet. One man came up behind her and put a handkerchief soaked in a liquid sedative over her face and Sarah passed out without feeling a thing. Between them they carried Sarah to her flat. Anyone seeing them would think it was two friends helping a drunk girl home.
Earlier in the evening her detective friend had taken Sarah upstairs for a quick shag in the room that the owners of the Crest comped him and had advised her that Abe Saffron had his flunkies were out reigning havoc on dealers, hustlers and working girls who were working his patch and not paying him a stipend and warned her to careful. She had just shrugged off the advice, stating that although she liked to visit most of the bars and clubs on the strip, she only pulled guys in the Goldfish Bowl, which wasn’t owned by Abe or any of his associates.
She regained consciousness in her bedsit finding that she was handcuffed, her arms extended above her, the cuffs suspended from a makeshift strop constructed from a pair of her tights that were secured to an ornamental ceiling beam. Her stockinged feet barely touched the floor. Her fuck-me heels had been removed by one of the henchman.
“Those things can be a deadly weapon. Mick Freeman got stabbed in the eye by a high heel one night when he was dealing with a prossie who was holding out on him. Of course he beat the bitch senseless but he nearly lost the eye,” the henchman said as he ripped off Sarah’s heels and tossed them aside.
“What the fuck?” Sarah groaned when she realised her predicament.
“You know who we are?” the dark haired older of the two men growled.
Sarah had seen the two men prowling the strip on many occasions, meandering from club to club ensuring the owners and operators were abiding by Abe’s mandates and kicking up the proper stipends.
Sarah nodded but said nothing. She was suddenly sober and instantly terrified.
“Just so there’s no confusion, we are the personification of Abe’s retribution and you’ve been a naughty girl,” the younger, sandy-haired man explained, rather needlessly.
“I’ve never worked any of Mister Saffron’s establishments. Sure, I hang out in them sometimes but I never pull in them,” Sarah reasoned.
“That may well be but you’re still taking food off his table. Every punter you pull in the Goldfish Bowl is a punter who might have gone with one of our girls. Also you often use the Pleasure Chest to service your punters and that is Abe’s establishment. You should have been working for Abe from the start or at least been kicking up to him,” the dark haired man said grimly.
“I didn’t know; honestly I didn’t,” Sarah pleaded.
“Doesn’t matter. You’ve been here long enough to figure it out. That copper you’ve been fucking should have explained the rules to you better, he’s been taking kickbacks from us since he was walking the beat,” sandy-hair explained.
Sarah thought they were playing a Mutt and Jeff on her, taking turns to threaten her.
“Now, you can get stabbed with this...” Dark Hair produced an evil looking flick-knife.
“Or this...” he unzipped his fly and released his engorged member.
It was a no-brainer for Sarah, whose arms were aching and was shaking with fear when she saw the knife. She looked down at the dark haired man’s groin and nodded her head vigorously.
“I thought so, you slut,” Dark Hair kicked off his boots, dropped trou and pulled down his underpants so that he was naked from the waist down.
Dark Hair approached Sarah who was hanging from her wrists like a side of beef and studied her. She was wearing a red satin evening gown that was low cut and clung to her lean body like a sheath. Underneath she wore a red satin and lace bra with ‘chicken fillet’ inserts to give the appearance of small tits. She wore lustrous fleshtone sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose but no panties so that there was no VPL to spoil the silhouette of the tight sheath. Her makeup was heavy and she wore her signature Bettie Page wig.
The man still had the knife in his hand and he waved it in front of her face menacingly and grinned evilly. A miasma of body odour thinly veiled in cheap cologne emanated from his slender but muscular body. He placed the tip of the knife just below Sarah’s left eye and spoke, his breath fetid with cigarettes and whisky.
“Don’t bite. Don’t kick. Don’t do anything stupid or you might lose an eye,” he hissed and ran the flat of the blade down her cheek.
Sarah was too scared to speak and she couldn’t nod because the tip of the knife was pressed into her throat but her eyes said everything that needed to be said. The thug ran the flat of the blade down her body until the point rested between her legs. It sliced through the satin dress, the fabric hissing as he slit it from crotch to toe.
He spun her around like an ornament hanging from a branch and opened the gown and took a second to admire her long legs sheathed in the glossy hosiery.
“No knickers; you are a naughty girl,” he chuckled and slipped the knife between her legs.
Sarah had mastered the art of tucking. Her testes were ruched up inside her inguinal canals, her empty scrotum and penis held in place along her perineum by the tight fitting pantyhose.
“She’s got a great arse,” he commented to his friend as he traced the knife down the crease of her buttocks.
He pressed the knife into the sheer fabric and Sarah felt the nylon rend and a small hole was created adjacent to her puckered bud. The man poked a finger through the hole in her pantyhose and slid it inside her. Her sphincter instinctively tightened around the invading digit but the man worked his finger deeper into her anus.
“Tight too,” he whispered in her ear, then nibbled her earlobe.
He licked her neck, pressing his groin into her buttocks while his finger wriggled around inside her, stroking the walls of her anus and kneading her prostate. Sarah had been fucked three times already that night and the remnants of semen and KY jelly provided sufficient lubricant to ease the passage of the invading digit. In any other circumstances what the man was doing to her would feel wonderful. Sarah had not climaxed that evening, the speed and the booze had caused ‘brewer’s droop’ but now that she had been terrified into sobriety her receptors were hypersensitive.
He licked her neck while he ground his cock against her buttock and fingered her rectum. She sensed that the man was well-equipped as he humped her nylon-shrouded haunch.
“Jeeze, those nylons feel good on my cock,” he whispered again in her ear and she heard the knife clatter on the floor as he dropped it.
“Remember, no biting. I can pick that knife up in a second,” he hissed and ripped his finger from Sarah’s anus and spun her around like a carcass on a meat hook.