Bound, Fists, & Sounded

Sophia Burns stands in Eli Cross's grip, arms yanked behind her, body arched back in cold steel. Her crotch hangs wide open. He smacks it hard. Sharp. Direct. Then the scissors come out. Shirt gone. Panties shredded. Skin bare. He works her over with flogger, dowel, and a thick wooden ruler until every inch stings red. Next he pins her nipples with tight clamps, hangs weights, then drives the Hitachi against her cunt until her legs shake. Now she's folded over a box, ass up, everything spread. Eli slaps duct tape across her pussy. He doesn't want it. Flogger kisses her ass, then the crop bites deeper. Out comes a stubby aluminum bat. He greases it, pushes it past her rim, works it in until her breath catches. After that he canes her thighs and cheeks until the welts rise. Monster dildo follows, stretching her wider. Then his fist slides inside, knuckles disappearing, and he rewards her with the vibrator buzzing on her clit. Last round: she's flipped on her back, legs pinned open. Eli slides sounding rods, one gauge after another, down her urethra. The stretch is slow, deliberate. Then his fist finds her ass again while the Hitachi forces another orgasm out of her trembling body.