How intense can multiple jammed orgasms be to someone? Enough to overwhelm the helpless to tears.

Cheyenne Jewel steps into the basement already prepared. She knows the drill. She also knows what can happen when someone takes their time. First the rope cinches her wrists behind her. Ankles follow. Then her back arches, elbows drawn close, until she rests on her belly like a trussed animal. A fat red ball gag spreads her jaw and keeps every sound inside. She tests the knots, tests them again, but the hemp does not give. The first vibrator settles against her clit and stays there. Low and steady at the start, it quickly climbs. She grinds against the padded floor, fighting the cuffs, but the position leaves her no escape. The second orgasm rolls through her before the first has even faded. A third follows, sharper, dragging a muffled groan that shakes the gag. Tears begin without warning. They slip down her cheeks while her hips jerk in useless rhythm. Another climax hits and she sobs, shoulders trembling, saliva shining at the corner of her mouth. The vibe never leaves. Each pulse pulls another helpless spasm until the ropes creak and the tears come steady. She stops trying to stay tough. The body takes over, wringing every last drop of pleasure and every drop of resistance right out of her.