Vendetta is back! She gets fucked & beat for her birthday

Vendetta struts through the door. For years I watched her from my desk, hard every time she bent over the copier. Now she stands in front of me, wrists already offered. I gag her first, stuffing the red ball deep so every moan comes out strangled. Rope follows, pulling her arms back until her shoulders strain, her tits pushed forward like targets. Her skirt comes off fast, panties shoved aside. Clamps bite her nipples, tug tight; the chain swings when she jerks. I lay the whip across her ass, stripes blooming while she shakes. Every lash makes her drip. I bend her, knot the rope tighter, then drive into her hard. She takes it, rocking back, pussy gripping like she wants the pain and the dick in equal measure. Sweat runs down her spine. The gag muffles her screams when the whip lands again, right where the skin is already raw. I keep her on the edge, slowing just long enough to watch her fight for it, then slam back in. Her legs tremble. Her eyes roll. She cums with her face pressed to the floor, drool sliding from the gag, body twitching under every fresh stripe. Birthday present delivered.