The Training of Tawni Ryden, Day Three

She hangs in the same ropes that broke her two days ago. This time the knots bite in, she breathes through them, muscles shaking, eyes steady. When the suspension holds, the trainer cuts her free and pins her face-down. He works her ass in long, steady strokes until she’s begging. One finger becomes two. The lube runs warm and slick. He drives in balls-deep, stretching her tight ring while her moans echo off the concrete walls. Her first anal orgasm slams through her and leaves her limp. Later the cane cracks across her thighs and shoulders while she holds position. Every stripe burns hotter than the last. She holds. Sweat runs into her eyes but she doesn’t drop. When she finally breaks position the punishment stops; the reward comes quick. He works her clit hard and fast until she comes so hard her knees give out. By evening she’s wrapped head-to-toe in black latex, sealed in tight like a second skin. Only a slit at her mouth remains. Another dom steps in, crops her latex-covered tits until they gleam with welts, then slices the material open at her crotch. He fucks her cunt raw, her come-slick body jerking under each thrust. The whip follows across her ass and swollen pussy lips until she’s shaking. When he pulls out he paints her sealed face and open holes with thick ropes of come, leaving her glistening, wrecked, and finally, utterly used.