Sleep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my cock.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my stomach -- I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he locks the shackles together.) He slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
Biker Bondage Chick Harley Ace may think of herself as a hard ass, but in the hands of Jack Hammer she is just a soft, fleshy play thing. Hot as hell, Harley has a long day ahead of her, being beaten, tied and tormented by the best in the business.
Katy Kiss came into our dungeon looking all cute and done up for her show. She wore a tiny red dress, high heels, and sexy sheer black stockings that make her legs absolutely irresistible. She even did her make up precise with fancy winged eyeliner. O.T. really likes that look on her, but what he likes more is seeing how easily he can make such a pretty, composed girl crumble completely into a heap with just a few of his favorite toys.
Katy starts out in a metal collar with her hands shackled to a frame just low enough so that she has to keep her ass sticking out to stand. O.T. takes the opportunity to get a feel for her body, running his hands over her tits, down her sides, and all over her ass, even taking a moment to spank her. Then, when his urges get the better of him, he moves her so that she is down on all fours on top of a table and lets her enjoy herself. He slips an ass hook inside of one hole and a dildo in the other, then he turns on the celebrator vibrator and starts fucking her. Katy can hardly take the double penetration, letting out shrieks and getting wetter every second.
Then it's back to O.T.'s kind of fun. He puts Katy down on her knees, holding her upright with a metal collar on a frame so that he can see her sexy body stretched out for him. The next thing Katy knows she has a plastic bag over her head and she can barely breathe, and there's nothing she can do since O.T. belted her arms to her body so that she's holding onto her own tits. And then there is the sharp, searing pain of a whip cracking against the soft skin of her ass over and over. Katy sits there on her knees and wriggles and shrieks, nothing like the cute dolled up girl we knew forty five minutes ago.
Endza should know better than to cum without permission. OT shouldn't have to tell her that things like that are unacceptable. She's shackled down, with her ass in the air. She just suffered a brutal caning. Her clit is clamped with weights. It should be obvious that she is the submissive slut, and a good submissive slut knows that she has to beg for permission, and wait until she receives it, before having an orgasm.
She'll learn the lesson, though. The caning was just for fun, the whipping will be for punishment. One foot on the floor and the other strung high into the air, Endza's pussy isn't just exposed, it is practically a painted target. It's begging to be snapped at with the whip. And after a few minutes of sharp stinging across her sensitive clit, Endza will be ready to do some begging of her own.
Normal live feeds start off with a little bit of Q and A, but we know Hazel almost as well as she knows her self at this point so there is no use wasting valuable time when we could just start tormenting her.
Samsara used to be O.T.'s favorite girl to play with, but since he found Sierra Cirque, the only use he has for her is as a place for Sierra to sit or, on her good days, a tool to make Sierra cum. He hogties Sierra with shackles and lays her down on what she at first thinks is a bench, but what turns out to be Samsara, bound to pieces of wood with belts to form a table. What first gives it away is the whining. No matter what Sierra says, she can't get her to shut up so that she can focus on O.T. fingering her wet pussy, so the two of them decide to put that mouth to work.
O.T. shackles Sierra so that she is sitting with her legs spread and Samsara's face right between them. Then uses Samsara for all she is good for: making Sierra cum when his fingers get tired. She has a bit gag in, so it's a little harder for her to lick Sierra's pussy, but she doesn't have much of a choice. If she can't even do that what's the point of her? After working and working she finally gets Sierra off, making her squirt all over Samsara's face.
Dripping wet with the cum of the girl O.T. has replaced her with, Samsara is then shackled upside down so that Sierra can use her as a chair while O.T. flogs both of their pussies at once and then starts fucking Sierra with a metal pussy hook. He keeps going until she squirts again and O.T. reminds Samsara that she doesn't get to cum anymore. She has lost that privilege. She is completely humiliated and completely useless. And when he's done using her for his new girl, O.T. bags her up and takes her out with the trash.
Bonnie Day and O.T. are having a perfectly wonderful time playing together when she has to go and ruin it all. He was just playing with her body a little bit. Sure the nose hook was annoying, but it wasn't painful, at least. Well, not any more than she could handle. She screamed a bit when he whipped her tits, but bitches are always best when they are about to cry their eyes out.
The second he left Bonnie alone, though, and just to go get a cane to play with, she entices the next guy she sees to fuck her wanton pussy. He left her safely chained with her ass high up in the air, ball gagged so that she couldn't call out to anyone, but as soon as Jack Hammer walks in the room she shakes her tight little ass at him and he knows what she wants. It's not his fault she's such a slut. When O.T. comes back he is so mad he has to go looking for a bigger cane.
She could have been satisfied with that but this girl is insatiable. Jack Hammer comes back and she immediately seduces him again. She says she doesn't want to suck his cock but when he sticks it in her face she gobbles it down greedily. It earns her the caning of a lifetime while she repeats the O.T.'s rule over and over through her gag. "I will not fuck anybody until I am told to," she screams between strokes. Hopefully she has taken the message to heart.