Runway Model Turned Slut, gets Destroyed!!!

Ana fights the leather straps, every muscle twitching, wrists already raw. She pulls, twists, bites her lip so hard it bleeds. Nothing gives. Her body’s stretched out and nothing’s hidden—the heat between her legs glistens under the lights while leather kisses her skin. The flogger lands next, hard, over and over until the sound echoes and her screams follow close behind. Electricity sparks across her nipples, her thighs, her clit, one jolt after another, each one making her jerk against the cuffs that refuse to budge. The orgasm rips through her anyway, slick and sudden, and still the shocks keep coming, pushing the pleasure past the point of mercy. Then she’s lashed to the rack, arms and legs spread wide, a line of clothespins clipped from chest to cunt in one long, wicked zipper. The chain is yanked and the pain blooms white-hot, every clip popping free at once. When they trap her under the steel basket she can’t even arch; the bars press her flat to the floor, pinning every twitch. The wand comes back—higher this time—buzzing against her exposed skin until her voice breaks and the screams climb the walls.