It was not, as she feared, a man’s fist. Eventually, the ceaseless fucking lulled her into unconsciousness. She was in pain, yes, but it was beginning to blend with the subtle throbs of pleasure – she supposed a body starved of pleasure will find it wherever it can – into one overwhelming blur of sensations. She felt something cold and metal clamp around her right wrist and heard the ratcheting of a handcuff closing. Whoever was fucking her seemed to realise this and she let out an agonized cry as they started to fuck her faster, abandoning the slow hypnotic rhythm to frantically pound her tender anus to completion, burying themselves deep inside and unloading into her bowel with a satisfied grunt. The hand holding her head down changed as the person grabbed her cuffed wrist and brought it across the back of her body to close the other cuff around her other wrist.
