Please, please, please let me come again? PLEASE?!?!

Juliette March lies clamped to a steel rig, chest forced to the Sybian’s grinding head. Strappado ropes yank her arms high, shoulders burning. A bowling ball hangs from her throat; every breath comes at a price. The first spin of the motor rips a moan out of her. She jerks, tits twitching, the metal collar biting fresh. Black clips dot her ribs; we flick a crop and the sting jerks her upright, nipples tight. She grinds harder. The Sybian howls and she comes fast, hips stuttering, voice cracking on the plea that keeps repeating: Please, please, please let me come again? PLEASE?!?!. Another flick of the crop, another strangled gasp. She can’t quit. Her body bucks, spine arched, fear and pleasure fighting in every wet, shaking thrust.