Kory Vixen

Kory Vixen hangs sideways, her nipples already stiff under the spray. Water hits them and they swell harder, begging for attention while the rest of her is locked tight. Chains bite her wrists and ankles. Someone fastens a grate across her chest, the bars pinning her flesh, every jet striking through the metal like punishment on purpose. She jerks but has nowhere to go. Next they lower a head vice around her skull, steel plates clamping her jaw so the water keeps running straight into her mouth and nose. She can’t turn away. A vibrator gets taped against her clit and switched on. The head vice holds her still while the toy works. Each new burst of water forces another gasp, another spasm, until she comes hard, body twisting inside the chains, nipples still jutting, wet and swollen, while the water keeps flowing.