Her panties were at her knees, exposing her swollen mound flushed and bulging around deeply sunk strands of tight rope sliding inside both her inner and outer labia as she struggled. Every movement was agony, a strap digging deeply into her neck and holding her fast to the stairway while her hip movements masturbated herself with the wet and warm ropes inside of her pussy. He'd return soon, leaving her with no choice other than her self-punishing flailing for freedom. And so she groaned past the brutal wrap gag of tape crushing into her face while she danced on a pole of rope in the hopes t...

Her panties were at her knees, exposing her swollen mound flushed and bulging around deeply sunk strands of tight rope sliding inside both her inner and outer labia as she struggled. Every movement was agony, a strap digging deeply into her neck and holding her fast to the stairway while her hip movements masturbated herself with the wet and warm ropes inside of her pussy. He'd return soon, leaving her with no choice other than her self-punishing flailing for freedom. And so she groaned past the brutal wrap gag of tape crushing into her face while she danced on a pole of rope in the hopes that just one knot might loosen.

If only she'd left sooner, she'd be safe and in hiding, but he got to her too soon. His domination was fast and firm, leaving her not chance for escape as her peril unfolded. She was no match for him as he groped her perky tits and firm ass before bending her over and dry humping her. She told herself the hardness slamming into her ass was just his hip bone, but she knew differently as it ground against her. In mere minutes he had her wrists painfully folded between her shoulder blades, rope digging into her vulva and hidden between her labia, and was pushing her face onto the phallic orb taped to the stairway.

Mounted by her mouth and helpless, her ass was then his, and he beat red and swollen. He spanked her first, leaving the globes glowing red with the white outline of his hand. The strikes were hard but nothing compared to the bamboo cane that followed to assail her quivering ass cheeks. She squealed with each strike, unable to move away, the rod leaving large craters in her punished glutes.

Satisfied with her suffering, he spun her where he strapped her to the balusters and left her in her current plight. She wriggled and moaned, her attempt feeble and her ass aching from the impact play. Her face grew even redder as the tape seemed to shrink around her face and her failed fight for freedom pulled against the strap around her neck stalk. Her eyes were wet with frustration and shame as she flashed her tightly framed tits and the clothespins on her nipples jerked up and down painfully. And she moaned, breathy at times, as that damp rope moved through her moistness with each and every agonized movement she made in her useless bid for release!