Precarious Bondage: Ashley

Ashley drops into the wooden stocks and they slam shut. Her knees lock wide. She leans forward on the cage platform, nothing under her but the edge of a rough plank. The bit gag pins her tongue flat. She tries one shift of weight and the whole rig rocks like it wants to tip. A thick rubber cock on the fucking machine waits at her cunt, already slick. The motor hums. She freezes. If she jerks too hard the dildo might glance off her thigh and shove her off the block, legs trapped, body swinging. She stays still. The first thrust slams in anyway, rocking the plank. Another follows, deeper, pushing her hips back each time. The ball gag forces spit down her chin. She breathes through her nose, every muscle locked to stay balanced while the machine keeps driving. The cage bars press cold lines into her shoulders. She rides the plank and the pounding dick, held wide, held still, held on the edge.