Pillory Punishment

The wooden frame locks around Liv’s neck and wrists. She’s bent forward, wrists trapped, neck clamped, ass pushed out like an offering. You step up behind her and sink in. Her cunt grips every inch as you drive deeper, hips slapping skin while the pillory rattles with every thrust. You pull out, change the angle, slide back in and fuck her harder. She moans loud through clenched teeth. You grab a cane, stripe the backs of her thighs in quick succession, then swap the cane for the wand. Current crackles across her soles and the metal tips bite. Her toes curl hard. You move the prongs to her nipples, zap each one until she jerks inside the wood. The shock makes her clench around you again. You yank the stock open, flip her onto her back on the bench, lock her wrists and neck once more. Missionary this time. You push inside and the clothespins already biting her tits tremble with every stroke. Sweat runs down her chest, mixing with the sting. One sharp tug rips three pins free at once; her cry cuts off into a gasp when you slam back in. You keep the current live on her feet while you breed her, sparks dancing over skin each time you bottom out. She stares up through the frame, mouth open, completely pinned and used.