Cherry Torn Live Part 3

We knot Cherry’s knees and wrists to the bar, leaving her flat on her back, cunt spread wide. Two ropes slide up each side of her slit, pinching the clit until it throbs like a live wire. The first slap cracks across her cheek, sharp enough to make her eyes water; we keep going until she gasps for mercy. Then the cane whistles down the soft skin of her inner thighs, one stinging line after another. “Breathe,” someone growls. When we pause, Cherry’s thighs quiver, already striped red. Lube glistens as fingers push inside, working her open until a fist sinks in and starts pumping. She jerks against the ropes, voice cracking, “Please—let me come.” The Hitachi lands hard on that swollen clit and her whole body seizes; the first orgasm tears through her, then another, wet and raw, shaking the bar with every convulsion.