Never stopping ORGASMS

Amber Rayne returns to the chair. Her body is small and tight, and every inch of her is already tied down. The ropes hold her open, legs spread, arms locked, nothing left to hide. The vibrator sits right where she can't move away from it. She twitches, tries to shift, but the bondage has already made its point. She stays exactly where they put her. The gag slides in, a thick mask pulled over her face until she can't see or speak. All she can do is breathe through it. The vibrator kicks on and the first wave hits fast. Her hips jerk once and stop. She has nowhere to go. The pressure stays constant. Each orgasm builds on the last, harder than the one before, pulling more out of her each time. Her body can't slow it down. The chair lifts off the floor and her full weight drops onto the toy. The ropes dig in deeper. She strains, drools, and keeps coming. Every shudder runs through the restraints. She can't talk, can't see, can't pull free. All she does is take it, over and over, until the chair is the only thing holding her up.