Troubled Brat Tormented

They strap Allie Heart down tight, legs spread wide, her bare cunt pressed to the cold, ridged face of the sybian. The collar bites at her throat. Blonde hair falls across her face as she twists, testing the ropes, but there’s no give. A black ball gag fills her mouth and stifles the first curse that comes when the machine clicks on and the vibration slams straight into her clit. Macy’s hands follow quick—fingers digging, pinching, fluttering over ribs and underarms, anywhere skin will flinch. Every jerk makes the sybian grind harder. Allie tries to breathe through her nose, tries to hold still, but Macy is relentless. Laughter bursts past the gag in short, desperate bursts. Her thighs shake. Sweat beads and rolls. Each tickle turns into a clench, and each clench drags another helpless shudder out of her against the pulsing saddle. She can’t stop it. Can’t slow it. The orgasm hits sharp and sudden, tearing through her like it’s been waiting all day. Her eyes water, mascara running. Macy doesn’t pause—tickles keep coming, even while Allie convulses again, hips bucking against the toy that won’t turn off. The gag muffles every moan into something raw and ragged. All she can do is ride it, over and over, until the line between laugh and scream blurs and her body gives in completely.