Nipple clamps and bound

Arjan ropes Adelle to the scaffold, tight knots at wrist and ankle, spread open and helpless. The moment her muscles stop twitching against the cords, he reaches for the whip. Leather cracks across her back, then her ass, then the soft pale flesh of her inner thighs. Adelle jerks in her bonds, a low groan slipping around the rubber ball forced behind her teeth. Spit glistens on her chin. Her dark hair is plastered to her forehead, her fair skin already marked pink. He lays stripe after stripe, each blow sharper than the last, and her hips roll forward like she wants more. Sweat runs between her breasts; her nipples are stiff and angry red. He pinches one, snaps a clamp on it, then the other, and her whole body tightens in the ropes. The weight tugs. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes glassy. He steps back, whip coiled in his fist, watching her tremble and strain for the next strike.