Anya reaches the key

Seeing the key directly below her, and Cole’s dazed body in-between, she immediately wraps her chains around his neck and starts to squeeze. The last thing she would want is his massive naked body somehow stopping her from getting the fuck out of his demented sex prison.

Cole responded by reaching for the length of chain tightly wrapped around his neck, “Ggkkkkkk..Anya…let..chhkkkkk….go…bitch,” Cole was able to sputter out as his face became more red, his body starting to thrash around violently.

Anya increased the pressure after hearing the word ‘bitch’ coming out of Cole’s mouth, “That’s the last time …nnghhh..you ever call me that again!” She said as she wrapped her legs around him, forcing him to lay back and accept his fate.

Cole flopped around back and forth trying to escape the garrote, slamming his naked body against Anya’s. Anya just tightened her grip around his body with her legs, her mighty thighs crushing into him as she pulled the chains back on his neck. Within seconds, Cole eased up and was dumped to the side of the bed with a thud.

Anya not waiting for him to wake up if he wasn’t dead, swiftly moved towards the key, extending her arm as far as the chains would allow to get it. With her fingertips brushing at the small metal object, she finally was able to trap it in-between the tips and pull it into her hand. Seconds later the metal latch was unclicked and the chains hit the floor.

Anya got off the bed and looked over to Cole’s naked ass laying on the floor. She saw his back rise and fall, indicating he was still breathing, and with a hard boot kicked him right in the head, “ That’s for the squad asshole!” She reared up again and kicked him again in the ribs watching as he curled to his side, “That’s for the world dickhead!” And in one last measure, she took a very hard punt at his dick, his body doubling over in pain, “…And that’s for me…Bitch!”

With that Anya made her way to the door, leaving behind Cole’s sexual prison.