It doesn't matter how much she says she doesn't want it, Sasha Heart is going to be getting some tough attention from O.T. today. He's got to have her and she's got to hold on tight and hope that whatever he is planning, he gets it over with soon. She is freaking out the second that she sees him, but Sasha can't stop him. He can do anything. He takes his time, letting her panic build as he runs his hands over body, outside of her clothes, before he strips her naked and starts to play with her tits. He grabs her by the pussy and instantly tears are in her eyes. And the worst is yet to come.
Sasha is soon screaming, begging O.T. to be more gentle. He zaps her with his high voltage prod to make sure she knows exactly how badly he can hurt her. Rumor has it that this girl is a squirter, and if that's true then O.T. is going to be tormenting her snatch for hours. Sure enough, some quality time with the hitachi has her fountaining across the dungeon floor. Too bad for her, but good news for him. Now he knows he won't get bored for a quite a while.
There is no escape. The bondage keeps her pussy out in the open while he pounds it with every dildo he has on hand. She's barely able to get a word out through her cum sotted delirium, and she's wasting her breath complaining that he's going too deep. The unrelenting tool splits her snatch and her body betrays her, almost knocking her out with the intensity of the orgasm.
Helena is brutally throat fucked and begs for release Helena Locke is hooded and bound to the Sybian; her sweet little whimpers are barely audible over the buzzing - until Matt can't take it any more and rips off the hood to shove his cock down her throat. He uses her mouth like a flesh light as tears roll down her cheeks and she's left gasping for breath. Sgt. Miles has to get a turn to wreck her pretty mouth next - Helena struggles to take all of his hard cock while he laughs that he loves to see her cry. Helena begs to cum as the Sybian relentlessly teases her clit and she gets SO close - but the boys decide she hasn't earned it yet. Instead, she's brutally denied, bent over and bound before being fucked on both ends. She's too cock-sotted for words, but her moans say it all. It's a good thing she's bound, because poor Helena can barely stand when they've finished with her. Being laid down and shackled to the box seems like a treat for this exhausted little slut. She gets to lay back while they fuck her throat slowly, deeply - almost gently. But what she really wants is more brutal cunt fucking, and she's not not disappointed. The second this whore is filled with cock, the moaning starts back up. She just loves being stuffed full and she's not shy about it.
In the debut of the Insex Farm, sassy sub 49 is relocated to the country for a sample of the simple life. Manhandled and dragged into the barn, her lithe, limber body is tossed onto the floor. PD hogties her tightly then pulls down her skirt and tank top, leaving her skin bare as she writhes against the itchy hay.
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Domination, Humilation, BlowJobs, Deep Throat, Hardcore
Video language: English
O.T. is paying a visit to his accountant to ask about some worrying notices he has received in the mail. The woman at the front desk, Alana Cruise, informs him that someone at the office must have made a mistake, but O.T. knows this is the kind of mistake that can send him to prison. Now, for doing him wrong, he is going to give her a taste of just what happens in prison, so he takes out a needle, sticks it in her neck, and it's lights out for Alana.
When she wakes up she has a leather hood on her head, which O.T. has wedged between two metal bars, and her wrists are shackled to the floor. O.T. pulls up the skirt of her little green dress and rubs his hand over her pussy through her panties. Alana makes scared and upset noises like she wants him to stop. If she doesn't want him to touch her in a nice and friendly way, O.T. is happy to oblige. He ties the back of her panties to a bar over her head and spanks her ass. And then it's time for her to really learn her lesson.
O.T. stands Alana up and has her hold the two metal bars out in front of her, with a smaller pole balanced on the end. Then he takes out a whip and starts lashing at her tits and her ass making her squeal and dance around to try and avoid the pain. If the small bar falls, she gets to find out what happens when you drop the bar of soap in the showers. She holds up well for a while, turning slowly and picking up her feet one at a time to dodge it, but when O.T. whips at her hands she has no choice but to let it drop. Then he sits her down and ties her toes so that her legs are held spread apart and takes out the metal pussy hook and the celebrator to fuck her until she screams. Maybe next time she'll know to do her job.
922 is a tough girl that shoots off her mouth one time too many. She claims she can take anything. And that she never begs for nothing. PD takes her words and beats them into her ass.
Mary Jane begins hooded and hung up on a wall. Her legs are spread, her pussy is exposed, and OT has the vicious dragon tail in his hand. She's going to feel the sting between her legs, crying out through the leather that covers her head. The screams turn to moans of pleasure and expressions of glee when he trades out the whip for a high powered vibrator. Later Mary Jane will experience intense face bondage with a variety of hooks, but the way that the vibrator feels between her legs is enough to bring a smile to her face no matter how much pain she is in.
Upon entering the grotto the next morning, I expected to clean up the tailings from their dining. What a shock seeing her as I left her. A couple kicks -- she stirs and moans.
I had satiated myself and expected to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To prepare the feast I hogtied and wrapped her head and hands with tape. Looking down at her now I could see hair stuck to the tape and covering the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her -- maybe to keep her warm.
Many days have passed since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She continues to reveal the wisdom of the mountain.
Just when she seemed resigned to the “adjustment” routines, I added, probably, the most terrible one she could imagine. I sensed that she had a lot at stake with her hair grooming. Removing this last vestige of her vanity would completely empty her. I hooked up a double bind pushup rig by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her arms tired she could pull her hair out. She is a strong cunt -- she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she began to collapse, I placed the scissors within her grasp.
The devices are ingenious. The scenarios are horrific. There is a lot that is appealing about what he does. A bright eyed young babe like myself might be enthralled by the crazy antics.
I came in search of a mentor. Granted I broke in unannounced and took a tour, but all I wanted was to help him. I wanted to be close to him while he did his work.
He saw me coming. He watched me like he watches all his prey. I was just another supple body to bend to his sadistic delight.
My capture was tremendous from his perspective. I wish I could feel the delight he feels at having captured me, restrained me, tormented me, me!
The worst torment of all the thought that he will keep me forever in his devices without ever letting me help him.
She’s a secretary for a firm filled with bullish men in blue suits and blue ties, who keep themselves trim, their hair short and off the neck. “Where did you learn about Insex?” “My boss’s computer. At work.”