Play-Struggle: Rhiannon Bray

Rhiannon fought hard. She twisted, kicked, jerked against the rope until her skin burned and her lungs burned harder. The gag choked every scream into a thick, wet sound. She bit the ball, bit her tongue, tasted copper. Every knot cinched tighter the more she thrashed. Sweat ran down her ribs, into the small of her back, pooled under her knees. The flogger landed like a slap across muscle. She arched. She dropped. She tried to crawl. Rope snapped her back. Her shoulders locked, her calves locked, nothing moved anymore. 2002, one take, no mercy. She stayed loud until the gag finally turned it all to spit and breath.