Rhannion Gets Tormented

Rhannion hangs naked in the dark, ropes biting hard into her wrists. A thick black ball gag fills her mouth, keeping every groan locked behind her teeth. Blonde hair sticks to her face, sweat sliding down her neck and over her tits. Her body swings just a little when the cane strikes her ass, the crack loud and sharp. He works fast, never giving her time to settle. Each hit lands lower, closer to her thighs, leaving angry red stripes that glow hot in the low light. Her legs shake. She can’t close them. She can’t speak. All she can do is take it, back arched, nipples tight, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. He steps behind her again, cane tapping her skin before the next swing. She flinches but stays put, body strung up like a warning.