This the Face of Someone Who Can't Stop Cumming. Of Someone Not in Control of Anything.

Krysta Kaos hangs spread against the wall, bolted tight. A chain pulls at her throat, every breath a fight. Omega slams into her wet cunt, steady and brutal. Rubber bands cut across her toes. Clamps bite her nipples and weights drag them down. None of that matters. The machine owns her now, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her trembling body. She bucks, swears, drools. Sweat runs down her stomach while her thighs shake. Squirting arcs across the floor. Her eyes roll, her mouth hangs open, lost in a loop she can’t break. Pain she can take, but this relentless pleasure strips her bare. She melts into a sloppy, dripping mess, every nerve raw and every thought gone.