Totally Screwed

Wenona is already locked into the neck and wrist stocks. Her heels click on the floor as she gets the order and spreads her legs. She works the toy in and out of herself right there, hips rocking, breath hitting the wood. Scene two stretches her out in a wide spread-eagle that keeps her guessing. She fights to keep her breathing even while the ropes give her no slack. By scene three she’s bent forward, screwed down tight to the floor, and the fucking machine keeps its steady pace. Scene four opens with her setting the last cuff on her own wrist before the lid comes down on the Houdini tank. Negative gravity tugs at her nipples the second the water rises, pulling her deeper into the tank while she holds the last of her air.