Elliot Skellington and Princess Donna Dolore

Princess Donna drops in on Elliott Skellington with one thing in mind—pain. She coils rope around his wrists, chest, and thighs until he hangs, feet barely touching the floor. A fat ball gag stretches his jaw and traps every sound. She presses the cattle prod to his skin and demands her name between each snap of current. When he answers wrong she makes him say it again, louder, until sweat runs down his bound chest. Only then does she step behind him, lube dripping, and sinks into his ass. He swings forward with every thrust, held up only by the ropes. Finally she slaps EMS pads across his nipples, stomach, and thighs, cranks the fucking machine onto his cock, and lets the shocks and the piston drag the last ounce of fight out of him.