Cumming From Pain

Anikka comes back for more. Blue-eyed, blonde, and already wet at the thought of it. First they truss her in a black canvas straight jacket and string her up in a hogtie, leather tight around her ankles. Spiked spreaders force her knees apart and they light her up with the tazapper—hard jolts that test how much she can take before she breaks. Next she hangs in a pile-driver suspension, leather straps biting into her skin. Sticky pads cling to her ass. A merciless hand cracks down on her flesh, and the shock alone drags an orgasm straight out of her. No fingers. No toys. Just pain and surrender. Finally they spread her on a metal pipe, wrists and ankles locked wide. A steel collar pins her head back so she has no choice but to watch. The machine slams into her cunt without mercy, pounding her until she’s nothing but a shaking, dripping mess.