Alexa bound and made to come again & again

Alexa hangs there, spread and helpless, wrists cinched high, legs parted, everything exposed. She’s already worked up, already dripping, when the clamps bite down hard on her nipples. The sting hits fast, sharp, but she’s told to keep going. So she does. One hand slips down, finds her soaked cunt, and she rubs like her life depends on it. The vibe kicks in and she’s bucking against it, chasing each filthy wave. Her pussy’s so wet the clamps keep slipping off, sliding on her slick skin, refusing to stay put. Every time they let go she gasps, body jerking, then she drags them back and forces them on again. No mercy. Just raw, endless need. She comes hard the first time, crying out around the gag, spit running down her chin. Doesn’t matter. They make her keep going. She fights the ropes, thighs shaking, but there’s no escape from her own hand or the toy grinding against her swollen clit. The vibrator starts to smoke from the heat, the battery burning out right as she’s peaking again. They swap it mid-orgasm, shoving the new one in without missing a beat. She keeps coming, over and over, body twitching, voice hoarse behind the gag. Every climax rips through her like it’s punishment, like pleasure turned mean. And still, they make her do it again.