How much can a person take? Obviously quite a lot, especially when they're so helpless.

Gia DiMarco stands waiting, wrists bound wide. She has no idea how long we’ll keep her here. We move fast. Clothes are stripped. Her big nipples are pinched, clamped, then weighted until she groans. We slap her face, slap her tits, slap her cunt until she shakes, then we make her come hard and fast. She likes the hand at her throat, so we fasten a twenty-pound weight to her neck. She rises to her toes, lungs tight, eyes wide. The pressure excites her; her cunt glistens. We slide a thick rope between her wet lips and drop another heavy bowling ball from the crotch line. The rope bites. The weight swings. Now she’s stretched, pulled forward and backward at once, breathing in short, desperate gasps. A ball gag is jammed between her teeth and buckled tight. She drools around the rubber, mascara streaking, thighs trembling under the strain. Every shift drags the rope through her swollen slit, every breath tugs against the collar weight. She can still take more, and we keep giving it to her, watching to see how long her legs will hold before they buckle.