Chicken wing Clamps – River (445 Mb)

River’s standing there in that empty room—just waiting. The gear is already locked on: heavy metal clamps digging into her biceps and a ball gag shoved deep in her mouth. She looks wrecked tbh. Every time she shifts, those straps pull her shoulders back into that intense chicken wing pose. Pure bondage. No escape. Just the sound of the hardware against her skin.

She drops to her knees—the floor is cold but the gear is tighter. The humiliation hits hard when she’s forced to arch her back: arms pinned wide by the clamps, chest pushed forward for everyone to see. She can barely make a sound with that gag in her mouth. Lowkey intense how much the hardware forces her posture to break. Zero control.

She’s struggling now—shifting on the floor as she tries to find some leverage against the harness. It’s useless though. The clamps keep pulling her arms up and back until she’s basically doubled over in that submissive pose. Just River, the metal, and total restraint. Fr.