Charlotte Vale Just hanging around, orgasmed into subspace hard!

Charlotte Vale’s been gone a while. We bring her back hard. Metal cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, chain her to the wall, lift her clean off the floor until she dangles, nothing but air under her toes. She twists, but the steel holds. We start easy, fingertips brushing ribs, and her face cracks. Tears already, just from the threat of more. She begs, promises anything. We keep going until she’s sobbing, then we trade fingers for floggers. Leather cracks across her tits, her bare pussy, until both are flushed and swelling. A wand gets strapped to her clit, a fat dildo shoved deep into her soaked cunt. Both switched on full. She jerks, muscles locked, but the cuffs don’t give. Orgasms hit fast, one after another, each louder, wetter. Her eyes lose focus. A slap snaps her head sideways, brings her back for a second, then she slips under again, mouth slack, nothing behind her stare except the next wave rolling through her.