Helpless and Made to Orgasm

Eva Angelina's face still looks brand new. Tan skin. Shaved smooth. Fresh meat on the floor. Rope bites into her fast, pulls her into a tight hogtie, elbows crushed behind her back. The first flogger lands heavy across her ass and she jerks against the knots. Cane follows, sharp and mean, striping the same marks red. She breathes hard through the ball gag, spit already slick on her chin. They work her over until her thighs shake, then they wedge the vibrator against her clit and make her come anyway. She tries to twist away. They don't let her. The rope holds. The orgasms hit anyway, dragged out one after another while she grunts and thrashes. She thought she could stop it. She can't. That's the lesson they leave her with, cunt still twitching, body limp in the restraints.