Cellblock Submission

Victoria's used to silk sheets and room service, not cold iron bars and concrete under her bare feet. But here she is—tied in a cell, rope around her neck, the knot tightening every time she breathes wrong. Hands grope her, rough and unhurried, while she stands on tiptoe and fights to stay upright. They stretch her out, wrists and ankles lashed to the bars, chest pushed forward, legs spread wide. Every inch of her is open, and every inch gets used. The flogger lands hard, then a line of clothespins snaps onto her tits and belly, each one pinching tighter when she squirms. A hitachi buzzes against her cunt while the crop strikes quick and sharp—her thighs, her ass, anywhere soft enough to make her jerk and gasp. Later she's bent over a bench, arms wrenched behind her back, wrists cinched tight. Her ass takes the paddle, the flogger, and open-handed slaps that leave hot, stinging prints. Then it's you. You shove your thick cock inside her from behind, pounding hard while she bites her lip and moans through clenched teeth. The camera stays low so you watch every thrust disappear into her dripping pussy. They flip her onto her back, legs frog-tied, knees pulled wide. You keep fucking her, deeper now, while you lay stripes across her tits and thighs with the cane. Every crack of rattan makes her clench around you. When you're close, you drag her off the bench and drop her to her knees. You shove your cock down her throat, hold her there until your cum paints her face in thick, messy ropes. Then you walk away and shut the cell door behind you, leaving her kneeling in the dark, dripping and used.