Ruby

Ruby sways from the ceiling in tight ropes that bite. She’s on her toes, then hanging, then twisting—every shift sending new pressure through her shoulders. A thick black gag swells her mouth, turning her sharp moans into thick, wet sounds. Leather slaps her ass in quick bursts, leaving red prints that spread across pale skin. The brunette strains, muscles locked, wrists bound high, ankles pulled wide. Sweat beads on her collarbone and trickles down her stomach as the cane strikes again, harder this time, snapping loud in the quiet room. Her eyes water, legs tremble, but she keeps taking it. Each swing drops her lower, swings her harder, forces the ropes deeper into her flesh until the next strike lands and she jerks, gag soaked, body burning.