Fresh Meat - Virginia Tunnels - Testing Limits

This tight-assed little bitch shows up green as grass. She’s never pushed herself far enough to even know what she likes, so we’re about to find out. Steel bars lock her in place and the lesson starts. Her cunt’s already drooling before I touch it, thick strands sliding down her thigh because the idea of helpless surrender has her leaking like a faucet. I slip a cold metal hook up that soaked hole, tape a vibrator against her clit, and watch her jerk and squirt in messy arcs across the floor. Switch to pile-driver position. Legs spread wide, ankles and wrists cinched, everything on display. She has to watch every clamp bite into her nipples and the soles of her feet. Once the sting hits bone I rip the clamps off and slam the vibrator back between her puffy lips. She gushes again and again until the concrete under her is slick with her own mess. Last round I blindfold her. Nothing for her to see, nothing to brace against. I crawl inside her head with every unknown touch and breath. She starts begging, voice cracking, panic rolling off her in hot waves. Every time she thinks she’s reached the edge, another jolt or slap proves her wrong. Screams echo off the walls while fresh squirt splashes down, fear and orgasm tangled so tight you can’t tell one from the other.