Bend Over Bitch

Sabrina Sparx bounces in with that loud mouth of hers, all noise and bubbles. Cyd grabs her fast. No hello. No warning. He slams her chest down over the cold bar, buckles her wrists and ankles tight, and drives a steel hook straight up her ass. She stops talking. The rope work that follows is mean. He folds her body until heels nearly touch shoulders, then straps a thick ball between her teeth and threads another set of hooks through her nostrils. The bit gag stretches her jaw. The nose hooks pull her face back. Every time she tries to breathe, the metal tugs. Every time she tries to move, the rope bites deeper. By the time he steps back, the giggles are gone. Only raw breathing and wet eyes remain.