Quid Pro Quo: Charlotte Sartre Fucked and Beaten in Bondage

Charlotte hangs in rope, already wet before the first strike lands. Seth walks in and lays out the deal straight: he’ll choke her, punch her, and fuck her ass if she gives him what he wants. She says yes without thinking twice. The crop bites first, then the flogger, then the cane, every hit drawing a raw scream and a quick “thank you.” He grabs her hair, shoves his cock down her throat until she gags, then moves behind her and drives in. Her cunt takes him deep, but he reminds her the real prize is still ahead. When she comes he clamps her nipples tight and fucks her harder, pain and pleasure twisting together until she shakes. On her knees now, wrists locked behind her back, Seth swings heavy floggers across her shoulders. Between the thudding blows he snaps a dragon-tail and a cane, each sharp lick pulling another scream as her skin blooms red. Then he lines up again, switching between her cunt and her ass without mercy. Every time his cock fills her ass she begs to come; every time he answers with a punch to the same cheek he’s pounding. He stuffs two fingers into her pussy so both holes stretch at once. Finally he spreads her on her back, caning her thighs and the soles of her feet until she’s trembling. Clothespins bite her tongue and lower lip. He fucks her pussy first, pulls out, makes her lick him clean, then drives back into her ass while a vibrator grinds against her clit. His hand closes around her throat and she comes again, loud and helpless. When he’s ready he paints her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. Charlotte sinks into the ropes, wrecked and satisfied—exactly the trade she asked for.