She was a Chinese Naked Martyr her fate sealed in a cold chamber Her skin gleamed under the dim light The cords dug into her flesh tightly Her eyes pleaded a mix of fear and defiance The weight of chains embraced her delicate form Each lash left a fiery trail on her smooth flesh She was a object of fantasy completely exposed The hard ties offered no comfort Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath A single tear traced a path down her cheek The ancient device held her firmly Her pleasure and pain intertwined She was a living doll for his cruel games Bound and exposed she lay Her bare beauty a canvas for torment The camera captured every stolen moment Her resistance only heightened the arousal The hard surface beneath her body Stripped bare she faced her deepest desires Each thrust brought her further into submission
Her skin gleamed under the dim light 
The cords dug into her flesh tightly 
Her eyes pleaded a mix of fear and defiance 
The weight of chains embraced her delicate form 
Each lash left a fiery trail on her smooth flesh 
She was a object of fantasy completely exposed 
The hard ties offered no comfort 
Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath 
A single tear traced a path down her cheek 
The ancient device held her firmly 
Her pleasure and pain intertwined 
She was a living doll for his cruel games 
Bound and exposed she lay 
Her bare beauty a canvas for torment 
The camera captured every stolen moment 
Her resistance only heightened the arousal 
The hard surface beneath her body 
Stripped bare she faced her deepest desires 
Each thrust brought her further into submission 