Spooky serial hood. Wrists and neck locked to a post, the stretch in her arms just a little long. All of her weight rests upon her ass and thighs, settling onto a bed of spikes. What predominates is her heavy breathing. He reminds her that today it's about suffering, not sex. And he cinches a belt snug about her waist. More than tight extreme. Because, he tells her, pressure around the torso has the same affect as around the neck. She goes glassy-eyed. He slaps her cheeks. Not much response.
He relents.
She's ordered to undress. It's difficult. She's still half-gone. A triangle of sweat wets her T-shirt between her neck and breasts. When he rubs her clit, she's soppy with want. Whether he gives her pain or pleasure, the lines in her face look like disaster. He tells her to get herself off. Her fingers flick and circle her pussy. She comes, but never once does she smile.
With wrists and ankles locked in double stocks, she could be dismembered, no hands or feet. The bed of spikes braised the skin of her ass. Angry red welts. He flogs it her ass. He fucks her mouth-hole with a handheld cock. Her legs shake. She's fucked in her cunt. He torments her pussy with a vibrator. Her clit goes pointy and stiff. And after she comes, she's soaked at the cunt like some crazy slut trapped in a dense cloud of misery, giving anything for a single moment of release.
Scarlett Mae learns very quickly that she won’t get her way at INSEX. When she’s ready to cum she begs for it, but she hasn’t earned it. Just being pretty doesn’t automatically guarantee an orgasm. She’s going to have to endure some intense bondage before she’ll be allowed the pleasure.
With her reddened ass way up in the air OT can get his fingers deep inside her. She moans as he invades in her more private of parts. She’s got no choice, but to allow it. Even struggling would do her no good.
Sexy Sofia struggles tied into a snug ball on the bed. She is barefoot and wearing just her panties & a see through top. There are plenty of nice close ups of her cute feet and sexy bottom!
She's young and cute, riding her bike for a day out in the country when her bike gets a flat. Mei heads toward the first house she sees. Before the day is out, she's bound in a farmhouse basement, unable to escape, unable to scream.
When he drags her into the basement room, she's . He lifts her onto a metal frame, all that remains of a chair. Cable ties secure her wrists and ankles to the frame. When she wakes, she struggles, slowly taking in her predicament. This is when she starts screaming.
He tapes her mouth and laces a leather hood tightly to her head a hood with an oval that leaves her nose and eyes free so that she can see. Anticipation is important to create in a subject of torment. It increases her terror.
A pair of scissors. His teeth on her nipple. A thick, heavy, tight leather collar to keep down the noise, he says as he cinches it tighter around her throat. After he cuts off her clothes, he asks her how her boyfriend fucks her. Fascinated by her pussy, he fingers her clit then rubs a white cream onto her pussy, cunt, and asshole. She tries to scream, but all that comes out are little squeaks. It's because of the special cream on her tender skin hot twat.
A whip. A cane. He strikes her wherever it hurts the most. And after that, he inflates a cock inside her cunt, pumps it up until it's huge, ballooning out of her cunt. He vibrates her to orgasm, keeping the vibrator against her pussy afterward. What will you do for me if I stop? he says. Suck my cock? And she nods yes, making her little squeaky screaming sound. So he stops vibrating her. He walks away, disappearing up the stairs. Her eyes widen. She tries to scream again. Because everything so far has been horrible, unthinkable. But this is the worst.
We love Layla Love! She's got a sexy body and a love for bondage. Once she's bound you can tell it's her natural state. There's a sort of discomfort that you don't quite realize was there until it's gone. The blond bombshell deserves to be completely immobilized.
Marie LaVey is tied spread eagle face down on the bed. She is wearing a flowing red robe, lined stockings and full bottom shiny red panties. She is ball gagged and lightly spanked before being left to seductively struggle & squirm.
One minute she's riding her bike in the country. The next, cable-ties hold her to a chair in a dank basement. You stand before this helpless young woman. She is in your power. There are games you want to play with her. Sadistic games. It is something in your body that drives you to do these things to her. Perhaps it is a form of love. Because in your eyes, her body grows more beautiful by the hour. Until there is an imprint of her wherever you go, whatever you see, whomever you are with. And you begin to wonder if you will ever get free.
You lean down and open a door set into the floor. Shackled and chained, she lies sideways in a shallow box below floor level. She quickly learns to sound, maybe to everything. You praise her. You're teaching her the contortionist's art the equanimity of self-deception.
You trap her so that her head is on one side of a wall, and her body, arched backward, is on the other side. She's lovely like this, don't you think? Nearly perfect. And so you play another game. It is a game she can only lose. You play this game to make her more perfect, more lovely. And this is the imprint of her that you carry. The sound of her screaming, and of her body twisting and straining.
A hook in her cunt pulls her pussy upward. You vibrate her to orgasm. And as you prepare to put her away in her box, you're already thinking of coming to her later. More games? Is that what you want? How long can this go on? When will it be over? By then, she'll be able to everything, walking a dim silence of dream.