The submissive and obedient sex slave Nikki Bell hasn't left the dungeon yet. She's actually prepped for some more bondage and domination fun. Her Master thinks she needs more training and disgrace.
A couple of girlfriends (blond and brunette) are subjected to hardcore bondage and violent whipping...Teen in bikini is suffering whipping pain in bondage: her: her tits and belly are lashed hard....
Lady Kat tells Dee that she wants to be surprised. She has not been into bondage long and she does not know how dangerous those words can be. She expects to be humiliated, mistreated and hurt, but it is obvious she is under the impression that it will all be worth it. She thinks that in the end there will be some big pay-off in the form of orgasms. It is going to take more work than she knows. Dee wants to see her cry, she is not very interested in watching her cum.
412 is one block headed bitch. Dee has decided that a crate is a powerful tool for intimidation. The box she uses to black out the world for 412 is simple, but effective. Inside is pitch black, and while sounds from outside are muffled and indistinct they echo around the chamber. 412 can barely think inside. Her own breath makes the confines even more uncomfortable. Every time she exhales the space becomes just a bit warmer, more humid and less comfortable. Getting out of that tight space is supposed to be a blessing but things turn sour quickly.
It is not that Dee hates beautiful women, but there is something about them that just compels her to make them suffer. Men tend to give girls like 412 exactly what she wants when she wants but Dee is immune to her special kind of charm. She has a plan for how to put 412 in her place and she is going to stick to it. Hot bondage, cold water, tight latex and a tingling torment are all going to play their parts.
Scream and cream is the name of the game. 412 has suffered well for Dee in the past and this time there may even be a reward for her service. She will suck, scream, cry and cum over and over again. Dee is as interested in hearing all of the sounds that come out of her as much as just making complete use of her body. There is something fascinating about the carnal violation of a helpless woman.
Just about every model who comes through our dungeon has inhibitions about one thing or another. At some point during their time with us, almost every single one has a moment where they are clearly only scared or only in pain, almost like they don't want to be doing what they're doing anymore. Blossom, however, never for one second has that moment. She loves every single bit of the work she does and you can read it plainly on her face.
At first, London River has her tied up, face down on the floor, her wrists lashed tightly to her ankles in a hogtie. Slowly, London undresses her, first removing the high heels, then pulling her skirt up so she has access to her ass. London starts caning her feet and moves up her calves all the way to her thighs. The sound of the whacks as the cane makes contact with skin is remarkable, showing just how hard London is hitting, but equally remarkable is the sound of Blossom's laughter as she is beaten. She looks like she is having the time of her life.
London has a field day with her, since it isn't so often that she gets a model who is so ready and raring to try out anything she wants to do to them. She pulls a bag over Blossom's head to make it hard for her to breathe and wraps her mouth in an electrical tape gag. She splays Blossom out spread eagle on the floor, her wrists tied to the ground as far out as they can be stretched. She attaches binder clips all over her body, going as far as to clip one on her tongue. Blossom flinches now and again, but mostly she just eats it up. She lives to take a beating, and right now she is living life to the fullest.