The Punishment Block: Bella

Bella's back and the camera doesn't blink. She mounts Ed's train, hips snapping to the piston's beat, taking every thrust without a flinch. Then the shift to Mahendran's block, wood biting into skin, ropes drawn tight. Breasts pulled forward, circled in cord, nipples pushed proud. The gag is forced between her teeth, leather straps pulled snug at the nape. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes half-lidded, body already trembling. Each turn of the winch tightens the line, lifts her onto her toes, and the room fills with the wet sound of her struggling against the wood. Mahendran works the crank slow, savoring the creak. Bella's moan is muffled, raw, desperate, and the block holds her fast.