Pain In the Ass

Jenna Gee kneels, bound tight. Arms, legs, and neck locked to cold steel. She's never shot for this site before. Nervous heat rolls off her skin. Eli Cross stands over her, ready to find out where she breaks. He slaps the soft meat of her inner thighs, then swings the crop across her tits and the curve of her ass. Every strike lands sharp. He clips clothespins across both breasts, dark points of pressure standing out against pale flesh. The cane follows. It lands on already bruised skin. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Her breathing changes. He yanks the pins free, slaps her breasts until they glow red, then tears her panties aside. The wooden ruler cuts in next, fast and mean, leaving thin welts across her thighs and mound. Red and purple streaks already paint her legs. She holds. Eli likes that. He presses the Hitachi against her clit, lets her climb, then rips it away before she can finish. She gasps, denied. Next position: flat on her back, arms stretched wide, one leg lashed high, the other pinned down to metal pipe. Eli works her over with his bare hand, then brings out a thick wooden trucker's stick. Each thud sinks deep. She moans. Clamps spread her cunt open, lips pulled taut. Cane, ruler, crop—three different bites across exposed flesh. The wand returns, steady on her clit while two fingers drive inside. She cums hard and squirts across the floor. Final round. On her knees again, wrists and ankles cuffed in leather, ass high, holes on display. Crop, flogger, leather strap. Eli swings without pause. Purple stripes bloom across her ass and thighs, hot and raised. She took it all. So he gives her the vibe and fucks her cunt with two fingers until she gushes again, shaking, dripping. She didn't ask. She'll pay for that later.