Chained Pain Slut

Elizabeth huddles in the corner, wrists, ankles, and waist wrapped tight in steel. The chains run straight into a wall grate and keep her pinned. She tries to crawl when he shows up, but the links rattle and stop her cold. He drags her back and punishes her like the bad pet she is—flogging her skin, beating her down, shoving her into place, then forcing her over the edge until she shakes and comes. Next she hangs head-down, every limb caught in a web of chain. He works her while she swings helpless, stealing her air until panic rips through her chest and she claws at nothing. Her nipples get twisted, pinched, slapped raw, over and over, until the begging starts and still he keeps going. Last, she lies on her back on a wooden box, one leg yanked high, the rest of her lashed down. Cane welts stripe her body, her palms and soles torn and red. He slams into her without mercy. She screams for him to quit, but he doesn’t. The orgasms tear through her until she loses every shred of control and nothing but raw sound comes out.