You're going to cum more than you want, and you'll like it.

Vivienne hangs upside down, back flat against the wall, cunt aimed straight at the ceiling. Her nipples are clamped tight, each one dragging a full pound of iron that swings when she breathes. We start on her soles, cane cracking hard, steady, relentless. She jerks against the restraints, but the weights bite deeper every time her chest heaves. The fucking starts. She’s soaked, open, helpless. Alpha pumps into her while the flogger slaps across her lips and clit, each strike timed with the thrust. First orgasm rips through her fast—body locked, legs twitching, breath gone. We don’t slow down. More weight clips on. The cane keeps marking her feet. Second orgasm hits harder; she tries to twist away, but there’s nowhere left to go. She thinks that’s it. We keep going. One more round, deeper, meaner, until she comes again whether she wants to or not. Three times. No mercy, no breaks, just the sound of the flogger and the wet slap of skin while she hangs there, dripping, shaking, and thoroughly used.