Medieval nipple clamps, bondage wrist cuffs and collar

The sexy brunette was an unexpected surprise as I searched for a way out of the sultan’s desert prison.

"Please! You take me too, no?" she panted in a sultry pan-European accent, dark bedroom eyes huge, ruby lips pouting. Her fishnets and corset—not to mention her medieval nipple clamps and bondage wrist cuffs and collar—told me exactly what kind of slave she was. "Please!" she implored. "I begging you! Take me now!"

So I did. From behind. The bound babe responded like a Ferrari, but her fervent moans brought the guards running, so I had to leave her still locked to the pole.

As I found an open window, I heard her screams, faint but lusty. Pain? Pleasure? Did it matter any longer?