Erin Unrestrained

Erin Everheart hangs in the air. Red hair pulled tight, knotted at the roots, holding her weight. The rope creaks when she shifts, and the pull never lets up. Elise Graves moves around her like she's got all the time in the world. She bends close, clips a wooden clothespin to Erin's left nipple, then the right, then a third right between them. Erin jerks but the rope keeps her in place. Elise smiles and adds another. The pins bite deeper with every added ounce. Next comes the cane. Elise taps it once against Erin's thigh, then brings it down hard. The crack fills the room. Erin gasps, sways, and the hair-rope yanks again. The strikes land in steady rhythm, one after another, until the skin shows sharp red lines. Elise sets the cane aside, slides a thick dildo between Erin's legs, and pushes it in slow. Erin's whole body tenses. The pins shift, the rope tugs, and the toy sinks deeper. Elise fucks her with short, brutal thrusts, never letting the rhythm break. Erin takes it all, mouth open, breath ragged, caught between pain and the need for more.