Immobilized

Chained upright, she barely moves. Iron links and thick straps lock every inch of her, from shoulders to ankles. Only her fingers twitch, useless. Clothes tear away in one hard pull. The first stroke lands and she jerks, but nothing gives. They use her where she stands, pushing deep until her hips shake against the bonds. Then the stocks clamp down. Back arched hard, only her feet and skull rest on concrete. Every breath is a fight. Floggers fall in quick, mean swings; heat flares across skin that used to tan. She comes anyway, breath catching, muscles locked tight. The red streaks bloom before the next strike. Last she hangs, legs and wrists cranked high. A sheer stocking masks her face and a massive bit gag wedges her jaws apart, stretching them wide. Weight swings as the first toy works into her ass; a second follows, filling both holes until she can’t think. Orgasms crash through her, wave after wave, and she screams around the bit for mercy that never comes.