Pussy Whipped #03, Scene #03

Carissa Montgomery fills the dungeon with her presence, all curves packed tight into shiny black latex. She circles Ana Foxxx the way a wolf circles dinner. Ana stands shivering, nearly naked, the sheer fabric of her one-piece clinging like wet skin. “Look at you,” Carissa sneers. “Little exhibitionist cunt dripping on my floor before I even touch you.” She rips the scrap of fabric aside and Ana gasps at the sudden cool air on wet folds. The first lashes of the flogger land square on that swollen pussy; the second and third chase each other until Ana is dancing on her toes. Carissa latches onto a small dark nipple, worrying it between sharp teeth until it stands stiff and flushed. She repeats the treatment on its twin while metal suction tubes slide into place, sucking both peaks hard and deep. When the tubes come off, the nipples bloom purple and obscene. “Pretty little berries,” Carissa murmurs, then pinches the tender flesh with wooden clothespins before sliding two fingers straight inside Ana’s slick heat. She scissors, twists, spreads. Ana whines. Carissa nods once. “Vibrator. Now.” The buzzing head kisses Ana’s clit and her thighs quake. Permission granted, she lets go with a broken cry, squirting in messy arcs that spatter the concrete. Carissa draws a spiked wheel across the hypersensitive nipples, each tiny prick making Ana jerk and yelp. Then the domme straddles the bound girl’s face, settling onto an eager tongue. Wet sounds fill the room as Ana laps like she is starving. A thick glass dildo follows—cool, smooth, relentless—pushed deep while Ana sucks clit like penance. Finally Carissa fits the power drill, the fat dildo attachment already gleaming, and drives it home. The moment the motor thrums, Ana’s back bows. The vibrator returns and Ana howls, coming again hard enough to rattle the chains that hold her open.