Whipped, Zapped, & Stuffed!

Channy Crossfire steps in bound. Hands pinned behind her back. Eli Cross runs his hands over her skin, squeezing hard enough to make her flinch. He lays the flogger across her flesh in sharp, rhythmic strokes, then swaps to the multicane and leaves thin welts. Nipple clamps bite down. He moves lower, slaps and prods her cunt until it’s swollen. Electricity cracks next—the zapper dancing over thighs, stomach, and tits. Another round with the flogger, then he rewards her with fingers and a vibrator until her knees buckle and she comes in short, sharp cries. She’s bent over a wooden box now, wrists and ankles locked. A clit clamp snaps on. The wooden spoon cracks against her ass, loud and heavy. A thick dildo forces its way into her asshole, disappears, reappears shiny. The slink follows, sliding deeper, stretching her wide until the gape holds. He works the vibrator over her again and pulls another orgasm from her trembling body. Last position: one leg up, strapped to a bar. The cattle prod sparks against her skin, making every muscle jump. Clamps go back on her nipples. Another monster cock splits her ass, then the slink vanishes inside her once more. Eli keeps the vibe on her clit until she shakes through a final set of orgasms, then leaves her hanging, dripping, spent.