Handcuff and threaten her

"Shut up, you bitch!" You hiss at her. She immediatly stops talking but can´t hold back her sobbing. You look at her and get an huge errection. You see her make-up smeared down her cheeks by her tears and her hair undone. She looks ragged, the first two buttons of her shirt undone by your savage treatment on her.

She looks up at you with begging eyes.

"Listen, bitch. Tell me where the money is and I´ll leave like a nightmare. Hush, hush, it´s all over."

She stares at you like a rabbit staring at the lights of a car. Tears still drop down her face, smearing her make-up. She nods with a faint glimpse of hope in her eyes.

You drop handcuffs beneth her, ordering her to put them on. She shakes her head.

"No ... I´ll not ..."

You give her another slap into her face. She falls on her side and rolls on her front. She winces.

"Please, don´t hurt me, I´ll do anything but please don´t hurt me. I will put them on, please ..." she sags.

You fall upon her like a wolf on a lamb, yanking her arms behind her back and putting the handcuffs on. She wriggles but does not really resist. Then you spread her legs and push your hard one against her butt and her cunt, rubbing it slowly at her.

"Can you feel him, lady? I am in a hurry, so do not let me wait. I am an impatient guy and if I start to feel bored, I could take decisive action so I don´t feel bored anymore. Do you understand, bitch?"

She sags even more and nods. "Yes ... I´ll do whatever you ... I´ll tell you whatever ... the money ..." she stummers.

You grab her by the neck and pull her face into the bed.

"Bitch. Where´s the money?"

"In the kitchen, it´s down in the kitchen!" she shrieks. You pull her up by the hair. She crys and begs you to stop but you simply state: "You better move, than it won´t hurt, bitch."