Her struggles were futile as the ropes held tight.
The chilling metal pressed against her she shuddered.
Her silenced pleas were met with disregard.
Each thrust drove her deeper into the experience.
She was a plaything in the grip of desire not her own.
Her body arched under the intensity.
The world faded around her sensations overwhelmed.
No way out only the beat and her own response.
The pleasure was imposed yet unavoidable.
She was a conduit for pure feeling.
The climax was a surge sweeping over her.
Then another and another until she was spent.
Her body heavy her breath faint.