Her delivery method speaks lucidly of where she has been and where she is going. She slowly wakes to a gentle rocking and tug at her body - Confined to a coffin like container lined with foam, a sensory deprivation hood seals her head with a pressure.A built in Anesthesia Mask covers her nose and mouth orifices permitting the fetid air of her confinement to oxygenate her.The sound of her breath rushes into her consciousness - What's on my face - hugging it - squeezing it - sticking to me?She holds her breath - silence. Flexing her body, it is held fast by an unyielding resistance.As her senses slowly reveal an unfathomable state - a waking nightmare materializes. She feels hot - pressure builds throughout her body. Her arms feel numb and will not move.She is tightly wrapped with plastic film and bound with webbing. Her feet, strapped into 6" stiletto heels.Helplessly probing a suffocating darkness, her mind roars over the loud rasps of stale air. She gasps, desperately straining against the enclosure as her body aches for oxygen.Clank, Clank, Clank, The worm rolls out of her pupa - she feels a sudden cold hardness pressing against her.From the confines of a minimalist prison her senses explode as she is manhandled by a dangerous new .Cut from the womb of her plastic wrap forensic shield, she is quickly hogtied. Then, a loud but distant command orders her to her knees.She struggles to obey - her writhing becomes more frantic as the jarring jolt jabs of a shock saber stab her again and again.Her air orifice whistles as she gulps between screams.He grabs her by the neck, yanking her to her knees.The method is time tested - assault her senses; flood her mind with shock, horror and confusion.Still hogtied, kneeling, balanced precariously, she feels her head yanked back - he places a rebreather bladder over the hood's only opening. Her mouth is packed - crammed with a large sponge and sealed with a band of tightly wrapped vinyl tape. Her eyes are stretched wide as the terror of this madman's machinations unfold before her. He approaches, clinching a brass rod and a long snaking red cable attached at the end.
After shooting her for years, we get Reena Sky in for a SocietySM shoot...Reena isnt exactly a bondage enthusiast although she does enjoy being tied up...She is just a tough and sexual woman...submissive? yes...but not in a trained or traditional way...another woman who just knows the role instinctively and plays it very bravely...she doesnt ever run from her anxieties or try to hide them...she faces them with a very beautiful face...that's another thing I should mention about Reena but probably don't have to...she is hot...sultry...feminine and soft...a real charmer...I feel that Reena really deserves the rough treatment though...she's sick of guys thinking that she's a powder puff...I rope her down thoroughly...ass up on our spread bench...a good flogging and onto her pussy...the dildo-vibe combo gets her gooey...I know what's coming so I get her off early...I rig her up in a simple gravity rack, giving constant preasure to her sweaty body...it's very hot in the dungeon, and Reena shows it...and it only gets better as she lay on that rack, stretching and struggling to endure...with the TENS unit and dragon's tail, I don't give her any time to relax...other, less entertaining duties interfere with my time with Reena and I leave her with Bane...he ropes her up and spreads her out...anus to pussy TENS play gives Reena a whole new world of sensations to deal with in a very compromising tie...then stuffed with a dildo and vibed to insanity...then he bends her over and works over her ass...this shoot makes it official...Reena is a BDSM model whether she likes it or not...but I'm very certain that she does...
The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed.
I readied her with a tight clam tie and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of penetration surround the altar. Letting her stew for a couple hours will afford her the opportunity to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used.
It was time for the trail. Blindfolded and guided by the rope cleaving her cunt she is yanked up the hill. Every step is a fright and her soles are jabbed by stubble and shale. Arriving at the grotto I bind her to a tree. Her skull hole is stuffed with two shop rags and sealed with packing tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her screams will barely be audible over the caw of the crows.
The crows are announcing a new arrival; the feast is at hand. Lets begin with some crimson life essence drawn as the whine of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.
London is watching a video from her favorite porn site while pleasuring herself when she realizes that someone is spying on her. She isn't frightened on a creeper peering in on her like most women would be. Instead she is excited because she knows just how to punish him for his transgression. After capturing him, she ties him down and gags him. She kneels on his chest making him struggle to breath as she slaps his face and punches him. She then wraps him up like a mummy and punishes his feet with a cane and teases his cock, but she refuses to let him enjoy himself. Finally she canes his ass hard. He moans with each stroke but she doesn't let up. His voyeuristic habit landed him in her clutches and she is happy to show him the error of his ways.