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 scraping 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.
The best thing that is going to happen to her today involves getting vibrated until she is screaming for it to stop. After that it will be nothing but increasing torments.
Mattie Borders joined us for an incredible live feed. She starts off chained to a post and it really restricts her range of motion. If she tries to move she has about 3 feet of chain before the metal collar around her neck won't move another inch. It doesn't give her very far to run but it is more than enough length for us to pull her off to the side and give her some bare-assed, over-the-knee spanking. The pair of panties we took of her ass get shoved down her throat to silence her cries. Once her ass is nice and pink Jack Hammer holds her open so that Cyd Black can get a good look at the hole he's about to . He takes the time to show her how to groom herself as he pulls out her hairs, one by one. She may be able to suffer through the violations of having her asshole plucked and then probed. What she can't take, though, is the verbal humiliation. She is in tears, literally sobbing, as we mercilessly let her know what we think of her. Whips and chains may cause her pain but words are what will break her. She needs a small break, but there is plenty more in store for our plucky little damsel in distress.
The key is to subject her to just the right amounts of pain and pleasure, first alternately, then at the same time. She needs to first associate the feelings of torment and titilation.
Kay Kardia looks like she could use some fun. Something about her just screams, “tie me up, f"ck me up, and make me cum.” We've never let an invitation like that go unanswered, and damned if we're going to start now.
Sensory deprivation is the spice that can take fucking to the next level. And today we have the perfect subject to practice some spice on. Leya Falcon is blonde, busty and tan with a phat ass made for the pounding. Bending her juicy ass over our custom made wooden fuck box, Leya is shackled and bound into place. A metal bar makes both a handy grip bar and a convenient place to tie up her hair. With her hair restrained, Leya can not move her head away or dodge the dick. A leather blindfold is the final touch.
Once the blindfold is in place, Leya can not see or anticipate a thing. Firmly bound with both ends deliciously exposed, Leya is reduced to a bag of holes for our use. We can plunge home balls deep in either mouth or pussy as we see fit, and that is exactly what we do. We switch back and forth, pounding out her pussy and then using her mouth and then back again. Leya moans and cums gratefully as she is fucked so hard her teeth rattle.
It is a relentless training of her holes, and all the while Leya is locked in total darkness. The bondage and orgasm overload blasts her into sexual subspace and we are still not done with her yet. A vibrator rips yet another orgasm out of that smooth shaved pussy as Leya strains in her shackles. She is dazed and woozy.