Calico Orgasm overload, for our Spring Breaker.

Calico hangs in a leg-spread position that pulls every muscle tight. Her arms stretch above her, wrists locked, shoulders burning. She has nowhere to go and no way to close herself. We hit her shaved cunt with every vibrator we own. The buzz slams her clit without pause. One climax rips through her, then another, each one sharper, wetter, louder than the last. Pain starts to mix with the pleasure until they feed each other. Her pussy swells fast, lips fat, blood-dark, four times bigger than usual. She tries to pull away but the ropes hold her open. She starts begging—soft, broken, useless. We keep going. She keeps coming. Her body won’t listen to her head, and the orgasms keep tearing out of her, one after another, until her voice cracks. We stop only when we choose to. Not because she asked. Not because she can take any more. We stop to keep what’s left of her mind in one piece.