Darling Figurehead

A custom metal rig keeps her pinned like a pinned butterfly. The back bows hard, ribs flare, every breath a fight. Her big tits hang out in the open, nipples pinched hard between steel jaws, each weight swaying with the smallest twitch. Canes stripe the soles of her bare feet, snapping sharp every few beats. She twitches, muscles burn, nothing to do but hang and feel. No tease, no break. Just the slow grind of ache in her stretched spine and the dull throb where the clamps bite. 2010, Dee Williams, this piece of metal turns flesh into pure tension.