Helpless and Hung: Rhannion

Rhannion gets off on rough play. They have her locked down tight—elbows crushed together, ankles lashed to thighs, the whole frame strung up so she can’t move an inch. Every muscle strains. Blonde hair sticks to her face, damp with sweat. She tries to curse around the fat rubber ball jammed in her mouth, but it only comes out as wet, useless noise. They bring the cane down across her ass and she jerks in the ropes, skin flaring red. She can’t run. Can’t close her legs. All she can do is take it and feel the sting bloom into something hotter, darker, deeper inside her.