Life Lessons With Professor Sybian

Iona Grace sits on the Sybian, wide-eyed and nineteen, with the kind of natural tits that draw every eye. Metal bars lock her in place. A strap runs from the frame to the back of her neck, forcing her down onto the motor that hums between her legs. Her arms are yanked high in strappado, shoulders burning. A funnel gag spreads her lips; spit runs down her chin and drips onto those heavy breasts. The flogger cracks across her nipples. Pink flesh jolts. Another lash, then the whip follows, striping her pale skin. Clamps bite next, thin chain swinging with each breath. A cane taps her soles, then snaps down harder. She jerks, but the frame holds. The Sybian keeps running. Her first orgasm rips through her fast, thighs shaking. The second lasts longer. By the third the vibration turns cruel; raw skin meets endless buzz. Every spasm feels sharper. Iona moans into the gag, eyes glassy, hips trying to twist away while the bars keep her exactly where the machine wants her.