If she were tied up, she might at least have a chance to wiggle the ropes free. Instead, she is bolted down to a wood table which makes her feel like a doll waiting to be unwrapped and played played with. The metal holding her was just too unforgiving no matter how hard Hannah tried. If that were not bad enough, the provocative position she was bound in was the icing on the cake. Between her legs,only a simple zipper was keeping someone from having their fun.
When you add in the bondage, plus the big cocks, with the rough brutal pussy poundings, and then deep throating breath play, you end up with a dazed, broken slut.
From her fists to her shoulders, Hannah knew she wouldn't be be squirming out of this one. The pink vetwrap layered over her arms was doing its job, pressing her elbows firmly together. The multiple layers can't separate even a millimeter, and constantly remind her of her helplessness. As she protests to be let out, her mouth is soon stuffed with cloth and her head wrapped in more layers of vetwrap. Desperate to get free, she does her best to struggle, all the while having to be careful she doesn't fall from her cage. One she'll be returned to soon.
Though Freya tries to extricate herself from captivity, her cruel Mastar is ruthless, merciless, and utterly sadistic. In vain she begs for mercy and relief, but her Master is interested only in making her suffer for his pleasure...and he gets plenty of pleasure out of Freya's domination session.
Liv was surprised at first with how loose the chains seemed. At least until the power drill tightened them hard into the floor. In moments her movement was reduced to mostly fingers and toes. Her arms, legs, chest, and even head secured tightly to the floor. A bit of nervousness spread showed from behind her harness gag when I started to mount the magic wand against her pussy. Unable to struggle away or even lift her head to see, Liv simply waited patiently for what was to come. With a flick of a switch there was only one thing she could do; grip hard onto the chains and enjoy the ride.
In Liv's quest to try out all things bondage, mummification is on today's agenda. The tight coils start at her feet and make their way up her legs. She tries to make a few jokes to hide her nervousness as the vetwrap inches up her legs. Soon her hands, chest, and shoulders are tightly compressed leaving only her perky mounds visible. Sealing in her fate and her world for the hours to come I encase her head in several layers. All her senses are now starved for input; straining for sounds, sight, or touch. All she can make out is the thumb of her increasing heartbeat as she tries to escape in a world of increasing compression and darkness.