Sex slave: Gabriella

Gabriella walks in not knowing a thing. Mistress Mandy grabs her at once and drags her close. Within minutes the girl lies hogtied on the rug, steel clips biting each nipple, short pins pressing into her shoulders so she dares not squirm. Mandy plants her heel on Gabriella’s back, then steps up, balancing on one arched foot until ribs creak and breath hisses through clenched teeth. The weight lifts, only for four oiled fingers to press straight into her cunt; the thumb follows, the whole hand sliding inside until the cuff disappears and the knuckles lock tight against soft muscle. Gabriella howls, wrists and ankles lashed together, mouth slack, spit on her chin. Mandy holds her there, flexing the buried fist in slow, heavy pulses, one leather boot resting again on the small of her back while the other rubs careless across the girl’s trembling thigh.