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Ophelia’s little solo session is interrupted—Fiddler strides in, catching her mid-moan, fingers buried in her dripping pussy. She pretends to be startled, but her dark, hungry stare says otherwise. She wanted to be caught. And now? She’s his. Faster than she can beg, she’s stripped, spread, and bound, ropes locking her wrists to the bedframe. Her legs are wrenched apart, clamps snapping back onto her nipples—tighter this time. His fingers tease her clit in slow, taunting circles before the magic wand takes over, buzzing against her until her hips jerk helplessly. Then—silence. A thick black ball gag muffles her cries as the leather paddle cracks across her thighs, her cunt, each smack reddening her skin before clothespins decorate her flesh. Every strike sends shocks through her, the clamps trembling—her moans turn to desperate, garbled whimpers. Just when she’s dripping, trembling on the edge—Fiddler denies her. The cane replaces his touch, striking sharp stripes across her sensitive skin. But he’s not cruel—just exacting. His fingers slide deep, curling inside her while the wand grinds merciless circles. Then comes the thick dildo, pistoning into her, stretching her as she thrashes against the ropes. Her body snaps—back arching, juices gushing as she squirts, collapsing in a shaking, gagged mess. Did she learn her lesson? Or will she sneak another touch... and earn worse?