"Oh, God, God! This is… is hideous," she whimpered, tugging at her wrists, feeling a flash of moral guilt at what was happening to her.

"Right, and you dig every second of it, bitch. That's what you are," Jack said, pulling out what appeared to be a black latex tube with two small straps attached to either end. The big stud took the tube and jammed it deep into Monica's mouth, scraping it over her teeth and pulling back until it was pressing hard and painfully against the junction of her lips. Her jawbones arched as he drew the straps around her head, fastening them firmly together. It was now impossible for her to speak as she knelt there in that awkward position, the leather harness rubbing wonderfully and painfully against her flesh.

"Leather bitch," Jack muttered, moving around and smacking her naked ass hard with his hand.

"Mmmfmmfmffff!"

Monica let out a muffled cry, her eyes wide, her hair sweeping over the floor as his fingers burned into her bare assflesh. A burning tingle teased at her clit, and more pussy cream seeped from her fuckhole, wetting down the crotch straps.

"Bitch! Stupid, shit-bitch, I know your type," Jack hissed through his clenched teeth, striking his hand against her plump asscheeks twice, his fingertips leaving small, red marks where they bit into her white, jiggling flesh. "Trot that bitchin' ass around, then keep that pussy to yourself. That's what your old man used to say – you teased the shit outta him before you finally put out! Man, he should see you now," Jack said, snorting out a degrading laugh. Monica gasped through the gag when she felt him sticking one finger up her asshole, jamming it in to the second joint. "You can't get that butt up high enough for me," he added, pulling out his finger, wiping it against his Levi's, then raising one foot again and pressing the filthy sole against her ass.