Super Slut

Lily’s locked down flat on the table stock, wrists and ankles yanked tight, a stick gag jammed behind her teeth so her head can’t move. Donna circles her with the cane, hunting every twitchy patch of skin until the girl’s fighting to stay still. No mercy when the orgasms come. Donna pulls them back every time Lily starts to crest, then snaps weighted clamps on her hard little nipples and lets the pull do the rest. They flip her. Face pressed to the wood, ass up, a leather belt cinched around her throat so she can’t hide a single breath. The flogger lands, the belt tightens, and her gasps get louder as her arms shake trying to hold her up. Donna doesn’t wait. One hand slides in, works fast and deep until Lily’s choking on her own moans and coming so hard her knees buckle. She keeps coming, keeps fighting the belt, until she nearly blacks out on the table.