Road Queen #29

She had been tied up since April 18th 2014. Ropes crossed her torso in a tight harness, pulling her arms behind her. The knots bit into the back of her hands every time she tested them. Her legs were spread and cuffed wide to a frame, thighs trembling from the stretch. A ring gag held her mouth open, slick strands of spit sliding over her lower lip and down her chin. A thick plug stretched her ass, seated deep and locked in place by leather straps. Another toy, smooth and curved, pressed against her cunt, its head grinding whenever she tried to shift her weight. The vibe pulsed on a slow, merciless program: three seconds on, four seconds off, never letting her settle into a rhythm. Her clit swelled against the pressure each time the toy came alive. Sweat ran in thin lines down her stomach and between her breasts, which rose and fell in uneven pulls of breath. The room was quiet except for the faint buzz of the motor and the wet sounds she made when she tried to swallow around the gag. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark, fixed on nothing. Every few minutes her hips jerked forward on their own, seeking more friction that the device refused to give. She had counted the days once. Now she only counted the seconds between pulses.