Lora Cross: Nipple Pain and Flogging

Description: A powerful, sculpted athlete finds herself stripped to nothing but neon-pink panties, wrists and ankles locked to a metal table. every twitch of her rock-hard abs is muffled by thick tape plastered over her mouth. cold steel nipple clamps bite into her perky, erect nubs; the instant weight drags on them, shock waves ripple through her toned chest. her captor steps into frame, black flogger slicing air. the first lash kisses her breast, leaving a red streak that blooms across tanned skin. stomach. thighs. inner biceps. each strike is measured, unforgiving, calculated to stretch her endurance past every last limit. lora thrashes against the restraints, veins straining, muffled screams melting into whimpers.  she doesn’t know why this is happening; she only knows the white-hot bite of pain and the helpless rush of adrenaline racing through her ripped, trembling body.