Chained and Caned

Lorelei has taken heavier hits than most, yet cyd still finds ways to edge the bar higher. She waits on all fours, neck locked in a steel collar, four chains pinning her down. Shackles trap her wrists and ankles while a steel cinch forces her back into a deep arch, ass pushed high. She is already slick between the thighs. cyd’s cane cracks across her flesh and she yelps through the ball gag, eyes flashing wide. The metal gives no wiggle room, every strike leaving red weals that bloom instantly. Her cunt, however, betrays her; it drips. A singletail snaps across the marks, adding bright sting. Then comes the thick attitude adjuster shoved straight into her soaking hole, vibrator pressed tight until she begs—voice cracked and polite—to come. The orgasm barely fades before an ass hook spears her rear and yanks upward, cinched to a pole overhead, locking her even tighter. Later she stands spread and bound upright, tits and cunt taking lashes while she keeps her eyes low. Clothespins bite into soft skin across breasts, belly, and cunt; she shudders, moaning around the gag. cyd rips every pin off in one brutal tear. Lorelei convulses and comes, drool sliding down her chin. He grins; she glares. Finally she is lashed face-down over a sawhorse, one pole rammed down her throat, another sunk deep in her cunt. Her already-striped ass receives another flogging. She sobs, fights, wiggles only her feet, nose hooks dragging her nostrils wide, but the fire in her stare still dares him to push further.