Lora Cross Gagged Whipped and Clamped

Lora Cross hangs in the corner of the dungeon—arms stretched high, wrists bound tight, her bare toes barely brushing the floor. A thick crotch rope digs deep, pulling her hips forward with every twitch, and heavy clover clamps bite into her nipples, linked by a chain that sways with every breath. Her moans are muffled behind a tight gag, but her eyes say everything—she’s stuck and completely at the mercy of what comes next.

The first whip strike lands sharp, making the chain bounce, the clamps pull tighter, and the crotch rope grind harder against her soaked, trembling puss. She jerks, arches, and gasps through the gag as each lash drives her deeper into the edge of pain, her body fighting the tension as it craves escape. This is pure torment.