"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.
Holy shit, you've never seen Hardtied like this. London River is one flexible piece of ass, able to twist herself into shapes you wouldn't think possible. Jack Hammer ties her up so that she is bent nearly in half. A few more inches and she would be able to eat her own pussy. Her legs are pulled up so far behind her head that her asshole and pussy are presented and completely vulnerable. Her clit gets the vibrator, a hitachi that tears multiple orgasms from her body, one after the other. Her ass gets Mr. Pogo, a thick rubber dick-on-a-stick that specializes in pounding tight holes into submission. She's cumming so hard that the screams catch in her throat and all she can do is pant out her .
They hang her from the ceiling, savagely plow her ass, do tons of ass to mouth, face fuck and gag her, punish her with slaps, caning, and paddling, make her eat their asses, and on and on.
Sexy brunette in black dress, in black pantyhose with sexy boobs plus man in black shirt. Her tied up with ropes - hands and legs on the floor. Big red ball in her mouth. Professional bonage, domination and hogtie for beautiful girl with naked tits in the large garage.
Jasmine is a typical rural girl. She has a kind heart and hard life. She play a role. Everything she does and says is honest. She felt ashamed that I saw her crying. She tried to hold back crying until she was able.
Young girl with very small tits, in black panties plus big man. Her stripped. Her tied up with ropes. Big red ball in her mouth. Clothespins on her nipples. He fucks her pussy with big dildo. He spanks her naked ass. Professional bondage, strappado and torture for horny model with naked breast in the basement.
The one, the only, the Darling. Busty blonde Darling of the incredible back arches, mind-blowing multiple orgasms and no gag reflex. A lover of dick and bondage like no other. A bubblebutt that craves the cock and a mind that craves destruction via sex. What do we have in store for her today? How about a brutal back arch that would make most throw in the towel immediately, a fucking machine wedged deep in that greedy ass, strict metal bondage and an epic facefucking by BBC until Darling is a babbling drooling destroyed mess of slut? We think that that sounds like a fine idea and do exactly that. Darling also thinks it is a fine idea. Well, it is hard to tell honestly. She is so busy cumming and shrieking and sucking cock that she doesnt seem to be doing all that much thinking... No matter. We dont need her to think. We only need her holes. Which we use until what is left behind is a drool covered babbling and vacant-eyed fuckdoll staring off into space. We think she liked it. Until next time my dear.
Poor Jasmin was up all night. She thought I would torture her brutally today. She guessed correctly. We tied her up and two of us was whipping her at the same time. I made Pervert cane her. She was begging me to hold her hand while she was being caned. I did.