Zincirli yaylı kartal hücre duvarına, köle mila lady sara borgia meydan okuyunu sert bir takma yarakla cezalandırıyor

Sara Borgia's notorious prison cell. Her arms are stretched huge above her head, wrists locked in cold steel, legs spread hurtfully wide, each ankle cuffed to the floor. She is face-first against the wall, where prisoners before her have clawed desperate tally marks into the brick. With a wicked grin, Lady Sara Borgia strides in silently, boots clicking. She catches Mila writhing against her restraints, desperate to escape. She snatches a fistful of Mila's hair and yanks her head back hard. "How dare you try to leave?" Mila's body trembles in anticipation as Lady Sara reminds her she signed her own fate, volunteering for this intensive training in the cruellest institution known to female slaves. Lady Sara produces two thick leather straps and without pause brings them down, striking Mila's naked, trembling ass again and again. Within just three strokes, Mila's bottom reddens, Mila's moans escalating into screams. Sara's relentless rhythm echoes through the empty halls