I am used to getting whatever I want. I know I'm beautiful. My eyes, my ass, and my hair are just a few of my best features. OT took advantage of how long my hair is. He's locked it inside a pipe and attached it to a fitting that is screwed to the ground. I can move around the base, but I really can't go anywhere. He wants to see my body. He orders me to remove my clothes. With the threat of a whipping I hesitantly comply. The bicycle lock he puts around my neck isn't tight, but it's pulled up to the ring above me. My panties are the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed. OT comes in and has me remove my panties. He wants me naked before him. He uses the cattle prod to scare me. I hate that thing. He uses more bicycle locks to tie me into a hogtie. My feet are completely exposed for him to cane. As I scream and cry he casually hurts my poor sensitive feet.
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Then he turns it on to high power. He takes the flogger back out and beats Milcah's breasts with it as they sit there cumming over and over again, and when that isn't enough he brings out the whip and gives them some lashes right across their chest. Milcah will be lucky if they're able to get up off the floor when he is done with them.
Ariel is left to endure her bondage. I eventually return to clamp her nipples. The clamps are pulled tight and tied off to her crotchrope. I leave her once again. I return to finally loosen the crotchrope and Ariel's knees drop from the relief of not being pulled to her tippy toes by a rope up her cunt. Her relief is somewhat shortlived as I tighten it and tie it off like a normal crotchrope. Her arms ae untied and I turn her around. I administer a few more ass slaps before ordering her to kneel facing the post once again.
I attempt to gag Gia with a cock gag. I try multiple times, but Gia's eyes water up, her face turns purple, and she gags. Even though I won't get any pictures of her wearing it, I will admit it was fun trying. I tie ropes into her hair piggy tail style and then tie the ropes overhead. A rag is stuffed in her mouth and secured with many wraps of shiny black tape, which look nice with her outfit. I pull her tits free from her latex bra, so I can get some nipple shots. I leave Gia to endure in her bondage once again until she can't take it anymore.
"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
Raven whimpers and moans as I manhandle her in various ways... a lot of hand over mouth, hair pulling, and tit groping. Raven might not really enjoy really tight bondage, but she definitely enjoys being tied, spanked, and crotchroped, or she does a great job pretending. I manage to get a huge white ballgag strapped tightly in her mouth before I tie her at the waist facing the post. I tie a rope into her hair and arch her back tying her hair and wrists to a ring bolted to the floor. I removed the ballgag first though. I step way and watch Raven struggle to maintain this challenging position. At the end of the clip, I return and untie the rope pulling her back, but before I do, I enjoy groping and slapping her tits a few times as she suffers.
Bondage Is The New Black is a porn parody. Featuring three of your favorite stars we are proud to present Episode 1 titled Special Work Detail.
Pepper Channing, Alice Vicks, and Tasha “Kentucky” Dockery are transported from Largefield Penitentiary to our remote farm location. They are told it’s for a special work detail, but it soon becomes obvious we have other motives. While the three inmates clear a garden the warden and his guards discuss the real reason the inmates have been transferred.
As the women are brought into the barn for the night they witness horrific interrogation scenes. They see other prisoners on crosses, in cages, and attached to ancient punishment devices.
Channing, Vicks, and Kentucky are lined up against a wall in the infirmary. Finally alone they can express their shock at the sights and sounds they were subjected to. What are they here for? This isn’t what they ever would have expected. They are in big trouble...
Not all tits are created equal. Even the nicest of tits are not great for bondage. They come in all shapes and sizes. Summer Hart just happens to have a beautiful set that are perfect for tying up. They are also great for slapping around and generally abusing. Summer finds out just what her tits are good for. OT has them tied up till they are purple. Summer isn’t just a pair of tits though. She’s got an ass that could crush your soul, a spread as wide as Niagara Falls, and a face so pretty you’ll piss yourself.