It's sweltering at the farm and Wenona has stopped by for another visit. He puts her into a metal box in the direct sun. Time passes and Wenona begins to wonder if he's going to come back. The box is hot and she has to keep moving.
After her ordeal in the cage she's brought inside. The cage is suspended and the sides are opened up. Her asshole is exposed and she has no choice, but to let him ram several inches of cold hard steel up inside her.
Wenona is like a BDSM experiment. A little torment, a little heat, a little orgasm, a little breath control, a little electricity, a little water. He's going to do a little of everything to her and she's just going to take it.
Ahhh, poor Mercy, she's going to become our latest Art project. ArtExtreme's project. He starts by sticking a vibe on her cunt and just when she's on the edge of cumming...he clamps her pussy lips. Then he begins whipping her across the tits, thighs, tits and even her pussy. Mercy is going to be a beautiful art project...
There are a few things left to do with our little pet, Kay Kardia. We know she doesn't have the best cock sucking ability to but that's Ok, we can train her. London River straps on and starts going to town on her pussy while Rain reshapes her throat hole.
Mercy just wants it to stop, but the whip keeps lashing at her naked back. The pain is so awful, and she screams and cries with each lash. But they won't stop hitting her, making sure every inch of her soft vulnerable flesh is turned red and raw.
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Grave says little more than "Don't get into trucks with strange men!". For those poor souls like Scarlett Mae who don't listen it should really be noted that you were warned. For Scarlett the consequences are painful.
Scarlett finds herself chained in the back of his truck being driven around some back road. It all goes down hill from there. Once he gets her back to his land she's got nowhere to run. She's chained to a tree, strung up by her neck, and left to wallow.
The loss of freedom is hard enough to bare, but the manner in which she is treated leaves a lot to be desired. Each position brings a new torment. Whips, invasion of her cunt and anus, gags, being fondled, and being sprayed with a hose. She should have listened!
We finish up with a Dp as 10 inches of bbc slam home right up that well trained ass. Syren cums hard and fast, her shrieks echoing off of the rafters of the studio. This is what a happy cum slut looks like. We might not of broken this one, but it sure was fun trying!
Mercy takes more whipping like a good painpig. Her back is filled with thick, dark welts as she takes her punishment. Mercy is such a good paintoy but we don't reward her with mercy; just more pain and cruelty.
Amari Anne is a work of art. She needs to be studied. Restrained and observed. She’s locked to a pipe in a deep squat. After a while it becomes agonizing so a spike board is provided to allow her to kneel on something. Her beautifully sculpted ass is exposed. Clips are added to spread her sweet cunt lips. They are attached to her nipples causing her to cry out in pain. Her gorgeous slit drips with her excitement. This absolute specimen is put on display. She’s bent and twisted, spread and tormented. She suffers so beautifully.
Mercy thinks the worst is over, after all in her protective cage Alebeard won't have room to paddle her ass or whip her tits. Oh but we have something so much worse in store for her. A tazer is such a tiny thing, and it fits anywhere... as Mercy painfully finds out as she gets her asshole, tits and even her clit painfully fried by its electrical bite.
The tests came back looking great. Fertility is all but assured. I will conceive with the proper insemination. That’s what the doctor told me. He wanted to give me vitamins, but it was something a lot stronger. Now I’m completely at his mercy.
First he tests me. Measurements, pictures, rectal temperature. He spared no violation. Then came the worst violations. There’s no reason he needed to test my sexual response. Milk my tits to see how much they can produce.
He taught me to breath in preparation. He tested my ability to dilate. His hand barely fit. Then it was time for the sample. Several men contributed he says. I’m sure he was one of them, the sick bastard.