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.
All Alyssa Lynn wants in the world is to join her heroes in entering the porn community and, more specifically and importantly, becoming an Insex girl. She says about as much to O.T. when she texts him asking, or maybe begging, for him to try her out for the show. He gives her specific instructions:
He tells her to undress, piling her discarded clothing onto the bag she brought with her. Then she is to get up on a box and kneel with her feet hovering over her feet and her hands folded behind her head. She has to wait there, un-moving. We have high standards here at Insex and if she moves so much as an inch we have no use for her.
Lucky for us and for her, she doesn't, which means we can try her out on a few things. O.T. will be running her through the motions, seeing how she reacts to a few of the things we tend to use on our girls. He whacks and taps Alyssa's feet and her ass and her huge, round tits with a cane, seeing how she shifts and figuring out what kind of sounds she makes. Then he wants to compare that to what happens if he sticks a pussy hook in her and vibrates her clit with the celebrator. Doing interviews with new girls is one of the best parts of the job.
Sosha Belle is pretty as a picture in her little black dress. OT has her bound at the wrists as she struggles in anticipation of what's to come. Soon, he's got her mouth stuffed with a rag and taped shut, muffling the cries he's planning to rip out of her. The gag proves handy once he's got her dress hiked up, revealing her pretty little ass for a harsh spanking. Sosha has a body that's made for rope, with long willowy limbs and crazy flexibility. OT strings her up like a doll, spreading her legs and weaving rope around her until she's bent over and suspended, flying through the air. Of course, he has his fun with her too; spanking and tormenting her sweet pale flesh til she's pink, flushed and gasping for breathe. Sideways, backwards, upside down; OT's rope skills get a workout with a perfect rope slut like Sosha.
Amarna Miller is absolutely adorable. She has cute little braids in her hair and a sweet jumper that she may even manage to keep on for the first minute of her time with O.T. before he cuts it away and off her perky, soft body. He has her tied up in a nt of ropes each connected to the one around her neck. Her arms are raised and tied up to the ceiling by the wrists. Amarna may be even cuter when she is completely defenseless.
Once O.T. has her jumper cut away, he immediately wants to take advantage of the sensitive flesh it has left exposed. He takes out his flogger and introduces Amarna to it, running the tails over her skin slowly and gently, letting her know what will shortly be stinging her body with lash after lash. Then he pulls his arm back and starts laying into her. He beats her tits and her stomach, all the way down to her pussy. Once she's been properly tenderized, he takes a moment and runs his hand over her clit before continuing with his plans.
He pushes Amarna down so she is crouched down in a squatting position. This is made more difficult by both the high heels she has strapped onto her feet and the ropes O.T. has tied around her ankles, spreading her legs. He still doesn't think she's open enough, though, so he pinches metal clamps down on her pussy and ties them down to the floor. Once she is ready, O.T. takes out the hitachi and vibrates her pussy until she calls out in rapture. After that he bends her over and it's back to the torment she wants and deserves.
You've probably seen Ashley on our sites before. You've seen her take orgasms. You've seen her take pain. But does that necessarily mean you have any idea who Ashley Lane really is?
She's quiet, that's for sure. I'm quite sure that she is quite unsure of herself. In a young and clueless sort of way.
But let's hear it from her own mouth. Who does she think she is? How would she describe herself? Is she too unfamiliar with herself to satisfactorily answer those questions?
Only through the rigors of bondage are we given the opportunity to see glimpses of the real Ashley. Ashley without anxiety. Ashley without tension. Ashley without fear of embarrassment.
Ashley begins her journey in an asymmetrical string tie and leather hood, being lead to the bed. One darkened footstep by another. She stands there silently as a near stranger gropes her body - not really having an opinion on the matter either way. Once shoved onto the bed, Ashley is further secured in an erotically exposed spread. Removal of her clothing reveals a tight string harness that snugly crafts a very pretty pink rose bud pussy. It's difficult not to play with that pussy.
Let's stand this tall juice of water up on her feet and see what she can do. Her vision is blacked out, her legs spread, and her pussy clamped with electrics. After Ashley into a standing arched back position, she graciously waits for the whip. My whip really likes her pale skin.
Time to bend her over. I need more from her. I need to see that she can share a deeper side of herself with me. She's not making this easy, so it's time to grab a cane. Time to cane some real emotion right out of Ashley Lane.
I thought I was tough when I came looking for my friend. The last I had heard she was doing some weird photo shoot with this guy OT. I finally found him and confronted him. I was so wrong. I wasn't so tough after all. He easily got the upper hand. I found myself locked between pipes. I tried earnestly to escape, but I it was useless. I was his now too.
The contraption he put me in was stressful. Unable to sit or kneel, but unable to stand either. I couldn't fathom the pains my friend had suffered through. A huge rubber dick found its way to the back of my throat. He mounted it to the same device I was mounted to. Gagged in that way I couldn't even protest when he fondled my breasts.
I thought that he might let me go once he had his fun with me, but the device was more versatile and more sinister than I could have ever imagined. His final insult came when he used a heavy steel bar to penetrate my sensitive cunt. He used painful clips to expose my flesh and then entered my body with his massive rod. The worst part... I loved it!!
Wenona made an escape attempt earlier, but has since been captured. I left the gate open as a test and she failed. She will spend the evening on the nag for her infraction. She starts standing with her arms behind her back around the post. I buckle a posture collar around her neck and tie her hair in pigtails. I gag her with a rag and many wraps of tape. I then grope and slap her tits before she receives a tight crotchrope. Wenona moans in agony as I attach a block and tackle to it and pull it tight. Her hips are pulled forward and up until she's up on her tippy toes. I leave her like this until the very end of the clip, but before I release the tension on her crotchrope, I add some nooses to her nipples. This is where Part 1 ends.
She's felt canes, whips, electricity and so many other implements of agony that she never imagined that she would be broken by something as simple as the steady drip of ordinary water.