The Cylinder of Fear: Maya

Maya's wrists bite into cold iron. Water creeps up her thighs, slow and merciless. The Cylinder of Fear is filling. She strains but the chains hold. They spread her ankles next, ropes biting her calves, forcing her open. When the flood laps at her cunt, they push the ice inside. Thick. Brutal. Freezing. She jerks, muscles snapping tight around the frozen shaft, and every thrust drags a raw sound from her throat. The orgasm rips through her, then another, and another, until she’s shaking and pleading, voice hoarse. Still the ice fucks her. She’d take the tickling, the anything else, but the toy stays lodged and merciless. The water keeps rising. She can’t close her legs. She can’t stop coming.