Just Take It

Madi Collins is back. She wants to be tied, strapped, and locked into cold metal. Eli Cross plans to break her open. First she's on a wooden box, leather straps pinning her down. He slaps her ass raw—hands, paddle, bundle cane, thick belt. Her skin flushes and she’s already panting, already dripping. Eli jams fingers inside her cunt and presses the Hitachi to her clit, edging her until she’s shaking. She begs. He makes her count to five before he lets her break. Next she’s locked in steel pipes and heavy straps, every limb trapped. He works two fingers into her ass, then tries a plug that barely stretches her. Her hole is tight. Clothes pins dot her pussy; the flogger and crop rip them off one by one. He pushes a long slink deep inside her, vibes her clit, and she cums hard, body jerking against the steel. Finally she’s on her back, pinned by another metal rig. Eli lays two long zipper lines of clothespins across her tits, stomach, and cunt, teasing her before he yanks them free. She counts, breath short. When the sting fades he slides an alien-shaped dildo into her ass and grinds the vibrator over her pussy. She cums and cries, eyes wide, voice gone, lost in it.