CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. LVIII.- EMBRACING SUBMISSION 3 🛎️

Laura doesn't answer. She has her eyes wide open due to the curiosity that Angel has just awakened in her with his comment.

Angel enters and closes the door behind him. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor, then takes them off.

He pulls his black shirt over his head. He is left naked: his round and hard belly, his chest covered in gray hair, his thick arms, and his cock hanging heavy between his legs, still stained with Cristina's fluids.

He approaches the bed and sits on the edge. The mattress sinks under his weight. He reaches out and grabs Laura's jaw, turning her face to make her look directly at him.

"Have you heard the moans from here?"

Laura nods slowly, with her jaw clenched between Angel's thick fingers.

Laura thought it was normal to hear screams. Given the appearance of the hotel and the rooms, she didn't think it would be for praying rosaries.

"Good. So now you know what you're getting into."

He releases her face and stands next to the bed. His cock is at Laura's eye level.

A: "Smell it. I want you to clean it with your tongue before I start with you."

He still has Cristina's residue on him, but Laura doesn't know it's hers.

What she does confirm is that Angel has another "bitch".

Laura hesitates for a second. Angel grabs her hair and brings her face closer to his cock.

A: "I didn't ask if you feel like it."

He ties her wrists to the upper arms. Then her ankles. Laura is left open in an X shape, face up, completely exposed. He puts a red ball gag in her mouth and buckles the strap.

Angel takes the Japanese clamps. He places them on Laura's dark nipples, which are larger and thicker than Cristina's. The chain hangs between her heavy breasts, pulling downward with more force due to the extra weight.

This time, Angel hadn't warned her; he was proceeding directly.

Laura moans against the gag. She closes her eyes.

"Open them. I want you to see everything I do to you."

He takes the bamboo cane from the suitcase he had left in that room. He doesn't start gently.

The first blow crosses Laura's thighs, just below her crotch. Laura lets out a muffled scream and pulls on the ropes.

The second blow falls in the same spot, crossing the mark of the first.

The third is a bit higher, on the inner thigh.

Laura is terrified; what is he going to do to her? Each blow feels like it's tearing her skin. She won't resist many more, and she can't tell him with the gag on.

Angel works on her thighs for ten blows. Then he moves on to her breasts. Short, dry blows that make her heavy flesh rebound and shake the chain of the clamps.

Laura cries openly, with saliva dripping down her chin around the red ball.

He puts down the cane and takes the whip with tips. He drags it across Laura's belly, across the stretch marks...