Bri is back, and boy is she miserable. Maybe it’s the way she’s been reduced to nothing more than a topless, bound object writhing in agony. Maybe it’s the hogtie or the way the cuffs bite into her flesh. Maybe it’s the feel of the cold mirrored table she’s laying on rubbing against her nipples or the way her reflection shows her exactly how helpless she is. Maybe it’s the way her screams and moans are ignored by her captor. Maybe it’s the humiliation of being made to drool endlessly thanks to the ball gag in her mouth or the feel of her own saliva dripping down her chin. Whatever it is, she’d better get used to it, because she’s not getting free anytime soon!
