Scarlet de Sade has an incredible body. With legs for days and tits that just won’t quit, Sgt. Miles is all over this little whore. Not to mention that it’s clear she LOVES sex of any kind - this desperate little slut is thirsty for his hard cock shoved in any hole she can get. And our members were more than happy to make that happen. Scarlet’s wrists are bound above her head, her huge tits to stand at attention for the Sgt. He can’t believe how wet her pussy already is as he snips off her clothes one by one; she’s so into it, we have to gag her! She’s in for a brutal fucking as she struggles to stand in stilettos while Miles slams his cock into her dripping cunt over and over. It wouldn’t be BaRS with only one hole though; we get Scarlet on her knees and bind her amazing breasts up tightly with rope and wood. It’s a gorgeous sight to see her gag and drool all over his dick as he shoves it down her greedy throat.
Genres: BDSM, Painal, Piss , Rough Oral, Spitting, Alternative Lube, Ass Cleaning, Ass worship, Caning, Crying, Face Pain, Face Slapping, Gagging, Heavy Degradation, Nasty Filth, Nasty Slop, Pain, Punishment, Spanking, Anal
Video language: English
We gave it hard to Eden last time. But she came back with a hungrier mouth and ass than ever. Her appetite for rough domination and anal exploitation knows no bounds. So Dr. Mercies made her just what she needed: a buffet of filth and anal nastiness. He used soap for lube and served her a polished sausage for starters. Eden has never cried in a session before, but she cried in this one. And she was incredibly thankful for it in the end. I think for a little while, her submissive soul stopped growling with hunger and her therapy was actually successful. (This is part 1 of an epic 2-hour session.)
"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.
When you lock a pair of sluts like Dixon Mason and Sasha in a cage together you have to expect that they will do what comes naturally eventually. If PD has given them a little bit of chemical enhancement to spur them on, it is just a coincidence. It takes some serious contorting for them to even get into position and before either one of them can really get off he has returned. He is going to make them do some work on the farm before he lets them finish enjoying each other. If they want any of the privileges he has to offer they are going to have to earn them.
Harley Ace is a crier. OT Loves criers. They struggle a bit early on, which is always sexy, but eventually they break, and then they become so obedient. Caning Harley's feet has tears pouring down her face in a matter of seconds. Using a rubber hose to beat on her chest gives her an excuse to begin sobbing.
The whips and chains are staples to making any girl burst into tears, but OT has something smaller and much more painful in mind. The little clips are sold at any office supply store, but the best doms in the world know how to turn anything into an implement of torture. They bite down hard on Harley's soft flesh, on her tits, her face, and they don't let go. OT even knows something Harley doesn't. If you leave the clips on long enough and tight enough eventually she will go numb in those spots. Then as soon as you remove them the and sensation come flooding back in an entirely new wave of agony.
Dixon Mason and Hazel Hypnotic ask some pretty dumb questions of each other. Did you volunteer for this? Of course not. Or at least neither one thinks that she did. But then again, if you take one look at them you can tell that they have been begging for this kind of treatment for a long time. Hazel has only been with PD for a couple of days but she is taking to her training like a duck to water. Dixon may be full of questions and contempt at first but every hint of defiance will be gone from her voice in no time.