Alison

Alison leans forward, wrists lashed tight behind her back. A fat black ball gag stretches her lips wide. Rope winds around her arms, around her tits, across her belly in thick Japanese knots. Hundreds of feet of hemp coil over her skin until her elbows nearly meet. She breathes hard through her nose. He tugs the crotch rope and she jerks, already slick. The flogger cracks across her ass. She jolts, a strangled moan caught in the gag. The next stroke bites harder. He grabs a breast, twists the nipple until she whines. The machine sits ready between her spread knees. He lines the thick dildo up, pushes the switch. It slams in hard, pulls back, slams in again. Her eyes roll. Sweat runs down her spine. Rope creaks with every thrust. He keeps the flogger moving, striking across her thighs while the machine fucks her steady and deep. Alison shakes, drool sliding past the gag. Her thighs tremble. She comes hard, cunt clenching around the relentless shaft, body locked in the ropes. The machine never stops. He keeps whipping. Every muscle stands out. She takes it all, bound and dripping and helpless.