No Warning #07, Scene #01

Dana DeArmond wants to hurt someone tonight. She spots Katie St. Ives, curves packed into soft flesh, and moves fast. The vinyl hazard tape comes out first—tight loops around wrists, ankles, whatever gives. Once Katie is bound, Dana drops to her knees and buries her face between those thick cheeks, tongue working deep while Katie gasps into the mattress. She doesn’t stop there. Dana grabs each bare foot, drags her nails across the soles, smiles when Katie jerks. Fingers slide in next, two at a time, fucking hard until Katie’s thighs shake and she comes with a choked sound.