Bangin' Brunette Broad -

Beretta James walks in already naked, already claimed. They strip what little she has left and run a steel hook deep between her cheeks, yanking her onto her toes so the weight sits heavy and mean. The line from the hook gets tied off above her, keeping her stretched and split. A fat ball gag fills her mouth; drool spills down, hitting the magnets clamped to her nipples and making them tug harder with every wet drop. Zip ties bite into her wrists, ankles, and throat, locking her spread-eagle against cold metal. Every flinch makes the plastic dig deeper. They show her the cattle prod, let her watch the arc dance before they touch it to her thigh. The shock slams through her, sharp and sudden, and the orgasm that follows feels like it’s ripping out of her rather than rolling through. Later they fold her into a tight squat: ankles shackled to her waist, wrists chained to her collar, arms and thighs shaking from the strain. A thick cock waits beneath her. She has to bounce on it, legs burning, drool swinging from the gag. When the whip cracks across her tits and the vibrator grinds against her clit, she comes hard, body jerking in its own cruel restraints.