The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed. I readied her with a tight clam tie and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of penetration surround the altar. Letting her stew for a couple hours will afford her the opportunity to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used. It was time for the trail. Blindfolded and guided by the rope cleaving her cunt she is yanked up the hill. Every step is a fright and her soles are jabbed by stubble and shale. Arriving at the grotto I bind her to a tree. Her skull hole is stuffed with two shop rags and sealed with packing tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her screams will barely be audible over the caw of the crows. The crows are announcing a new arrival; the feast is at hand. Lets begin with some crimson life essence drawn as the whine of the mosquito fades in an out about her head. In the barn, Sierra is put on a mattress covered with a black plastic cover. She's bound with her hands on her back and her feet pulled towards her neck, exposing her pussy. Mr Pogo, the dildo-on-a-stick, is used to fuck her cunt, after which she has to suck some cock and gets fucked from behind. Then, she's let to simmer for a bit with a hood on and a red ball gag in her mouth. After some fingering and vibrating action, she's taken out of the barn and into the woods. Naked and exposed she's first tied to a tree, and later to a stockade made from logs of wood. She receives a caning on her ass, and then it turned over, tied to the contraption with a hood on and a crotch rope running tight between her legs. All she has to do is wait for the bugs and the coyotes...
The lovely lifestyle submissive Arienh is currently doing a Chastity Deal at chastitybabes as the resident slave girl over there. We thought it would be nice to give her some more challenges to make her time in chastity a little bit more interesting! She is a very flexible girl, and we have never tried the RigidFiddle predicament with the legs through the arms yet! We are going to have some fun seeing her struggle like this, we even throw her the keys to see if she can reach them and attempt an escape. Probably not.
A naturally flowing scene in which the two models arrive at different times. The idea is to have Leila all set-up in the box in prefect time with Kali's arrival.
Jade plays the part of a bikini model who scored herself a catalog shoot...or that's what she thought it was... The lady deserves our attention. Download and enjoy!
Chanell Heart is an ebony beauty that loves bondage and discipline. Something about being bound, gagged, and beaten is just such a turn on for her. Take one look at her body and tell me you wouldn't take advantage. She gets dragged into the room in a bag. That's how we take delivery of our cunts around here these days. Jack Hammer is going to have some fun with this one. Rope keeps her legs curled up behind her but a spreader bar keeps them far enough apart that she can't protect her ass or pussy from his attacks. The way her arms are tucked behind her she can rub the soar spots, but it won't do her much good. If they're in the way when Jack will just bring the cane down on them, too. Rope isn't just for lying down. The standing tie that Jack has her in now has Chanell on her toes while he flogs her, paddles her, and canes the living shit out of her. She is dancing around and screaming through her ring gag trying to get away but there isn't very much wiggle room with this much bondage. It gets even harder to move when he pulls one of her legs up and starts vibrating her pussy. It is probably the hardest, and most intense, orgasm that Chanell will ever experience. It is so tough to cum standing on one leg. It's nearly impossible when Jack is paddling your ass with all his might. But every second longer it takes for her to get off makes it so much better when the moment finally comes. By the time she has her release it is a body rocking, soul shaking cum like she has never had before
Government agent Brandi Lessur is grabbed by a mysterious intruder who thinks she has The Skull of Enlightenment, a renowned artifact reputed to contain all the hidden knowledge of the universe... but Brandis never even heard of it! Meanwhile, Brandis partner, Kelsie Chambers, has been assigned to locate the Skull. Her search leads her to Devin Demoore, a lady with an extensive past. Under handcuffed interrogation, Devin reveals why she desperately needs to gain possession of the notorious Skull when a double agent overpowers Kelsie, determined to obtain the Skull for a secret, sinister organization. The evil agent finds the mystical artifact, and leaves Devin and Kelsie in dire peril!
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
Sophia Smith is really giving all of her employees a very hard time. She is very bossy, shouting on the phone, shouting at her employees. Sophia just loves telling people what to do. Of course, when you behave like this in the office, there will be a day someone will no longer put up with it. Sophia wakes up, locked in a heavy collar chained to the wall. She has been locked in a tight chastity belt and her wrists are cuffed to the sides of the belt. Her skirt and top are gone! A little confused at first, she soon gets very angry. Sophia demands to know who put her there! Whoever did this to her will be punished, she shouts. Sophia Smith is furious!
The metal digs into Mikayla's wrists as she tries to finagle out of the multi handcuffs hog-cuffing with all her might. A mean, helpless, extended tickling session ensues if she can't magically escape.