Jewel

Jewel fights against the heavy canvas straitjacket. They laced it until her elbows kissed behind her back and her chest could barely lift with each breath. The crotch strap ran hard between her legs, pulled high and tight enough to split her. Every twist, every kick made the thick strap ride deeper, rubbing raw across her cunt with a wet heat that built with every useless movement. A thick black gag filled her mouth, forcing her jaw wide while the blindfold kept everything dark. When they rolled her onto her stomach the strap bit harder. She bucked anyway, trying to escape the pressure that pressed right against her clit, but the jacket only squeezed tighter and the strap only ground more. She moaned around the gag, hoarse and desperate, and the leather held. They left her like that, writhing on the floor while every struggle made the friction hotter, wetter, impossible to ignore.