Every last orgasm will be had - a bondage crusade

Tia barely stands after this brutal day. That was the whole point. They wore her down until nothing remained but a hollow, trembling thing ready to break again. Straps bite into her limbs as she’s fixed in place. Her dark eyes, black hair tangled, stare at nothing while Isis moves in. A vibrator settles hard on her clit. The hand drives it with purpose. Tia jerks but the bonds hold. Another climax claws its way out whether she wants it or not. She shakes, swears, gives another broken sound, and still the wand does not lift. Isis keeps her open, keeps her twitching, keeps her coming until the last spark is wrung from exhausted flesh. Every drop of pleasure forced into the open, whether Tia can take it or not.