Gen Padova

Gen Padova moans around the thick ball gag strapped between her teeth. Her wrists and ankles are locked down tight with chains that rattle every time she shakes. Chanta swings the flogger across her ass. The leather lands with a sharp crack and leaves a red welt. Gen jerks but can’t move far. Her cunt is already soaked and the first vibrator has not even touched her yet. Chanta slaps Gen’s face, then her tits, then her dripping slit. Each strike drags another muffled yelp past the gag. The wand comes on and presses hard against her clit. Gen’s eyes go wide. The first orgasm slams into her fast. She tries to twist away but the chains hold. Chanta keeps the toy in place and Gen comes again, harder, the pain mixing with the pleasure until her legs shake. When her body finally goes slack, Chanta grabs more rope and wheels the new gyroscope forward. She straps Gen into the spinning frame so every limb stays spread and every hole stays open. The frame turns, the motor hums, the wand returns. Gen screams through the gag as the next orgasm is ripped out of her, then another, and another, until her head drops and her body stops fighting. She is done.