Disobedient Masturbating Slave Punished and Fucked with a Fat Cock

Three days locked in Veruca James's dungeon and Ruckus finally snaps. He reaches down and starts stroking, eyes darting like a cornered animal. Veruca catches him mid-stroke and laughs once, low and sharp. She lights him up with the zapper, sending shocks across every exposed inch until his body jerks uselessly against the bars. Then the crop lands, snapping at his balls, striking fast and mean. She trades the crop for a cane and stripes his feet, his shins. When a mousetrap snaps shut on his cock he howls through clenched teeth. Clover clamps bite his nipples next; sweat runs into the metal. She drags him out, gags him, hauls one leg high, and clamps his balls tight before driving the fat strap-on straight into his hole. Every thrust punches a moan out of him. Finished with his ass, she lowers onto his face, smothering him under her slick cheeks until his lungs burn. Later, inverted and hanging, Ruckus watches her flogger cut across his chest and thighs before she drops low so he can bury his tongue where she wants it. She comes hard, trembling, then drops him to the floor. She sits above him, fingers busy, telling him exactly how to touch himself while she finishes again and again. Only when she’s drenched does she give permission. He shoots across his stomach; she makes him scoop it up and swallow, then smears the rest across his face until he glistens.