Babydoll

Babydoll thrashes the second the ropes bite. She bucks, she drools, she swears through her teeth like she’s dying for it. The stocks hold her open and the fucking machines just don’t quit—relentless, mechanical, pounding until her thighs shake and sweat runs down her spine in streaks. Then the toys get meaner. Nipple suckers clamp and spark, electrodes buried deep in cunt and ass crackling in time with every strike of the flogger. She jerks like she’s been hit with live wires, choking on the gag, muscles clenching around nothing but current and sting. Each lash lands and she howls, half-crazed, half-begging, completely lost to it. By the end she’s a soaked, trembling wreck, still twitching like the current never left her skin.