Popping the Cherry

Cherry's arms are yanked high, her toes barely touching the ground. She's shaking. The flogger cracks across her back, sharp and steady. Then come the cups—nipples stretched into wooden spikes, every tug a fresh bite. Flipped onto her stomach, her arms wrenched behind her until her shoulders scream. The hook slides in, cold and heavy, rope cinched tight to her hair. Each strike lands harder. Then the vibrator finds her clit and the cock drives in. She comes loud, shaking, still bound. Last position: arched back, every inch pulled taut. A line of clips runs down her skin. She’s barely holding on. The wand presses hard. At the exact second she’s about to break, the zipper rips free. Pain and orgasm slam together. She’s wrecked—screaming, twitching, gone.