The Trials of Tia

Tia Ling comes back like she never left. Straight into it. Arms pinned behind her, legs locked in steel. The flogger rains down hard on that tight body, nipple clamps bite and tug while she fights every strap holding her open. She cums anyway, shaking through it. The horse comes next. She straddles the cold metal, belted tight, tits swinging free, ass pushed out. Cane stripes already mark her skin before the cock sinks into her ass, loosening her. Then the hook slides in deep, rope pulled up to her hair so every twitch yanks her head back. She tries to hold steady while they fuck her pussy and grind the vibrator against her clit. Bolted to the box now, head trapped, sightless. The machine pounds into her while Alpha stays buried in her ass. She can’t see what’s coming, only feel it ripping through her until the orgasms break her open.