Bucking Bronco

Holly's eyes give her away the second the chains go taut. Cyd has her in a brutal hogtie, every muscle pulled to its limit, a thick ballgag stuffed deep behind her teeth. Her face is already slick with spit. He steps in close, pliers in hand, and catches one stray blonde curl between the jaws. The sharp yank makes her whole body jolt. She screams through the rubber, a raw sound that echoes off the concrete, and thick strings of drool spill down her chin. Another tug. Another choked yelp. Her thighs tremble, locked open by steel and rope. Yet every time he brings the vibrator to her swollen clit she forgets the pain for a second, eyes glazing, hips jerking like a bronco as she comes hard and loud, the chains clinking with each desperate buck. The second the orgasm fades, the pliers find another hair and she’s right back to screaming, tears tracking through her makeup, pleasure and agony tangled so tight she can’t tell which one’s winning.