S'il Te Plait, Papa

Arabelle claims she lives to please cock, and today she gets proof. Strapped tight into steel, she can't move an inch when the cane starts slicing across her ass and thighs. Each strike leaves a dark stripe; she gasps, she screams, she learns how thin the line is between pain and want. Her feet get the worst of it—hard wood cracking down on soft soles until she’s shaking. When the flogger replaces the cane her back and tits glow hot red, sweat cutting trails through the welts. They work every hole. Mouth first, pushing past her limit until her throat convulses around thick inches. Then the rest of her is split open, fucked deep and steady while she drools and shakes. Finally they take both holes at once, stretching her wide, pounding until her begging turns from please to stop and back again, the cuffs holding her open for every last thrust.