Vikram dragged Ananya by the golden leash into the middle of the punishment chamber, his thick cock still buried deep inside her ass. Every step made his heavy shaft shift inside her cum filled hole, forcing fresh leaks of his seed to drip down her thighs. The heavy ruby collar dug into her throat as he pulled her forward, her legs shaking from the brutal use.
Anaya looked around the chamber with dazed but fascinated eyes. The punishment chamber was a dark and sacred space built purely for discipline and absolute ownership. Rough uneven stone walls rose high around them, cold and unforgiving. Flickering red torches cast a hellish crimson glow across heavy iron rings bolted into every surface. The floor was smooth dark stone with drainage channels. In the center stood the large padded punishment horse. Walls displayed tools of discipline like sacred instruments. Thick leather belts, rattan canes, polished wooden paddles, metal nipple clamps with heavy chains, cruel floggers, crops, and wicked sticks waited in ordered rows. Mirrors covered the ceiling and two full walls, ensuring nothing would be hidden.
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