Punishing The Bad Girl, Day Two

They've dragged Lyla Storm back for day two. Trays lashed to her hands, metal weights dragging her shoulders low, she has to hold the line and answer fast. She sweats, she tries, then she slips. "Whatever you want, Sir." One lazy answer, and the rest of her time is spent pleading not to lose her hair while the gimp keeps her coming until her voice cracks. Every orgasm is hard, forced, and soaked in drool. When her mouth gets loud enough to annoy them, they stuff it full of gimp cock. She takes it deep, cheeks puffed, spit running, throat working like the only thing she wants is to earn the right to be called a slave again. Later they let her spread her legs, show off the cunt that always gets her in trouble. Those long legs shake when the gimp fucks her like punishment, and she sweats and moans and comes hard anyway. They grab her throat, haul her up, make her ride until she's begging to be allowed to stop. Then she's down on the floor, ass up, holes exposed. A flogger licks across her skin while she whimpers for the cock in her ass. When it finally pushes inside, big, thick, and relentless, she can only watch it disappear. All the while, the lesson on positions keeps going.