Help Won't Come

Satine Summers hangs in the dungeon with nowhere to go. She asked for this. She wants to be yours, and yours alone. You push a fat ball gag between her teeth until her jaw strains. Her little body jerks when the first clothespin bites into her nipple. Another follows, then another, until her tits are a row of sharp little screams. She moans past the gag and you keep going. You lace her ankles in leather and strap them wide, spread her open so nothing stays hidden. The single-tail cracks across her ass and she bucks forward, searching for more. You swap the whip for a thick dildo, slick it once and shove it deep until her cunt swallows every inch. She strains against the ropes, breathing hard through her nose, eyes glassy. You close the clamp on her clit and watch her fight to stay upright. Every flinch, every whimper only makes you press harder. Help won’t come. She doesn’t want it to. She came here for you to break her apart, piece by piece, until the pain turns to heat and she begs without words.