Roxy Lee Has A Hard Time In The Dungeon

Roxy hangs from the ceiling, wrists bound above her head. The ball gag stretches her jaw wide and she can only grunt when the pain hits. Richy steps in close and grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head back until her neck strains. He lands hard slaps across her tits, watching them redden under each strike, then traces his fingers down her stomach and pinches her nipples until she jerks. Every time she tries to twist away, the ropes pull tighter. He circles her slowly, dragging a leather strap across her ass before cracking it against her thighs. Roxy moans around the gag, spit sliding down her chin while the ceiling chains creak with each flinch. He keeps coming back, slapping, pinching, pressing bruises into her skin, making sure she feels every inch of helplessness.