Perch

I saw Seven in 'Puke' years back. Tied down, bent hard, ring gag forcing her mouth wide. The guy worked a dildo down her throat until she retched, then left her dripping—tears, puke, snot, spit—pooling on the boards. That image stuck. So when the database showed Adrianna Nicole, I called her in. By 2007 the scene was locked: blonde, bit gag, bound. He set her on the perch, wrists and ankles cinched, back forced into an arch. Each strike landed across her ass and thighs, cane biting one line after another. She shook but held. Drool slid around the bit, ran down her chin, hit the floor. The cane whistled again; another stripe flared. Her breath hissed through her nose. Nothing else moved. Just the rhythm of the wood and the slow drip from her open mouth. She stayed put. He kept hitting until the welts bloomed dark and her thighs trembled from the strain.