Cherry Torn and Sgt. Major

In Device Bondage Sgt. Major chains Cherry Torn upright with heavy steel. Her arms locked overhead, ankles spread, a fat ball gag buckles between her teeth. Metal cuffs bite at her wrists and neck while she trembles under his hand. He lands sharp slaps on her thighs, then drives fingers deep inside her, twisting until her muffled cries echo off the concrete. She writhes against the bonds, drool spilling down her chest, but the chains hold. Every new twist of pain and pressure strips another layer of defiance until she hangs slack, used, dripping, and completely owned.