My head pounds like a sledgehammer splits my skull, vision swimming in this dark cement-walled room. The gold frame welds to my legs, arms, waist, tits, and neck, forcing my ass up, back bent forward like some twisted offering. The metal bites, cold and heavy, bruising my skin where it grips. My huge tits clamp in gold bands, nipples raw against sharp edges, every breath a stab of pain. The neck collar chokes me if I twitch, its weight dragging like a noose. My blonde hair sticks, a sweaty matted mess plastered to my face, my gymnast body shaking, muscles burning as I balance on tiptoes, calves screaming. Drop even a fraction, and a shock fries every nerve. The Hitachi buzzes nonstop, grinding my pussy, clit screaming, hole dripping despite my rage. A spotlight burns down, blinding, exposing every inch to the camera’s red light blinking in the dark. I’m Jade, and this setup is a cruel bastard.
I flex my arms, biceps straining against gold cuffs on my wrists, desperate to break free. My calves throb, tiptoes aching, cement cold under my feet. I yank harder, shoulders burning, tits heaving, ass clenching, but the frame holds. My legs wobble, I drop slightly, and a jolt scorches me, full-body, like I’m electrocuted. I scream, a raw roar echoing off cement, rage drowning pain. The Hitachi buzzes, relentless, my pussy throbbing, wet against my will. The spotlight sears my skin, sweat gleaming, camera mocking. I twist my shoulders, like I’m on the bars, searching for a crack. The collar chokes tighter, my tiptoes falter, another shock hits, tits bouncing, ass trembling. My pussy soaks, Hitachi grinding, and I hate my body’s betrayal, but I’m still fighting, still pissed.
My legs go next. I flex my thighs, tiptoes screaming, pushing against gold cuffs on my ankles. The metal digs in, bruising deep, heavy as hell. My calves burn, shaking, but dropping means another shock, and the last one nearly floored me. I shift my hips that inch, trying to ease the Hitachi’s torture on my clit. No luck. The waist band carves red lines into my skin, the buzz pounding, my hole pulsing, an orgasm creeping up. I grit my teeth, nails clawing palms, refusing to give in. The gold stays cold, welded forever, and that thought stabs me: this never ends. My tits tremble, ass shakes, sweat stings my eyes under the spotlight’s glare. I scream, cursing the camera, the frame, this fucking room. I’m Jade, and I’m not done yet.
I try again, arching my back, core screaming, pulling against the waist band. My tiptoes wobble, calves tearing apart. The metal bites, bruising my skin raw, and the Hitachi pushes my pussy harder, clit raw, orgasm building. I twist, desperate, drop an inch, and a jolt rips through, like I’m fried alive. My muscles lock, tits bouncing, ass trembling, scream choking in my throat. I force myself back up, tiptoes agony, and yank my arms again. Another shock hits, scorching every nerve, body convulsing. The spotlight blinds, camera stares, shame creeping in, mixing with rage. My pussy drips, Hitachi relentless, and I hate how it breaks me, but I’m still snarling.
One more go. I jerk my whole body, legs, arms, waist, all at once, tiptoes trembling, desperate to break free. My calves give out, I drop, and a jolt slams me, electric fire burning from neck to toes, tits heaving, ass shaking. The Hitachi pushes me over, an orgasm crashing through, pussy spasming, clit raw, thighs slick. My scream splits, half rage, half pain, echoing off cement. The realization hits: this frame welds shut, permanent, no escape. Shocks keep coming, buzz never stops, camera always watches, spotlight burning. I’ve fought three rounds, clawed until my nails bled, screamed until my voice cracked. My body spends, tits trembling, pussy dripping, ass exposed.
Shame burns hotter than rage now, my spirit cracking under the gold’s cold grip. I’ve got nothing left. The orgasm, the jolt, the frame’s weight, the tiptoe agony, all crash together, and I know I’m trapped forever. My tits heave, pussy pulses, ass shakes, Hitachi buzzing, spotlight searing, camera staring. I glare at it, teeth bared, body trembling, and scream, “You fucking broke me, you bastards!” My voice cracks, raw, bitter, bouncing off the cement walls.
