All of the struggling Juliette Black is doing is never going to help her. In fact, the ingenious set of clamps and chains that PD has set up ensures that if she continues to flail about it will only make her suffer more. With her own screams echoing in her ears she may be too panicked to realize it, though. When he does lock her down tight it is because he has a reason for it. He wants to make sure her holes stay perfectly placed. She needs to be trained for long term use if she is going to be any good to him. That means staying put and getting pounded until he decides she has had enough.
"Pain is the essence of existence." The words are tattooed on Jack Hammer's arm, and they will be etched into Chanell Heart's mind and soul. He'd carve it into her flesh, too, but a body this pretty needs to be covered in other, sexier marks. The thick welts of cane strikes, thin stripes of whip strikes, and soft, diffuse bruises of flogger impacts are going to show on her body for days.
If it's true that pain is the essence of existence then this it explains why Chanell loves these beatings so much. The make her feel alive. They make her feel as though she is being true to herself. Inside she knows that she needs a man to command and control her, to hold her down and tie her up, and use her or abuse her as he wills. She is submissive, all the way to her core, and without a strong hand to discipline her she feels empty and lost. Jack is that hand. He provides her pain. He confirms her existence.
Tegan is a bit stuck. She's caught in the middle of two posts. Her arms are stretched as wide as they'll go. Her legs are pulled out at an angle that aches. She's just about as vulnerable as a woman can be. Or so she thinks. The addition of a blindfold and gag make her predicament even more intolerable. Then comes the removal of her clothes. Matt can't help himself. Tegan has an ass that requires touching. The moment it is exposed he smacks it. He turns it pink. Matt is far from done. He exposes her tender little nipples and weighs them down. It's clear she likes her treatment Matt wants Tegan to to suffer. He stretches her between her posts with a crotch rope and nipple clamps. The weights that hang on the ropes pull her nipples out painfully. The rocks tug on her sensitive cunt. The vibrator only makes the situation worse as the makes her wiggle.
Juliette Black. She is young, dumb and wants to cum. PD promised her a once in a lifetime kind of experience and she just assumed it would be all fun and games. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Now she is sitting in a cold room, with a hood blacking out her vision, and the way her body is shaking you can tell she knows that whatever is coming she will not enjoy it. The longer he keeps her in the dark the more that anticipation builds. A brief look at her surroundings lets her know just how fucked she is.
There are a few fears that people have that can really be described as instinctual or primal. We fear the dark, because it is where predators come from and we fear enclosed spaces because it leaves us no way to escape. Alisha Adams is going to experience those fears firsthand. The monster stalking her nightmares today is PD himself. The box he keeps her in has a couple of conveniently placed holes. They won't let in much light but they are perfect for giving Alisha a cock to suck. She has no place to run to in there and while it is claustrophobic at least it is relatively safe. Outside of the box her face is covered in a hood. She has no clue what direction the next assault will come from or when. She learns to long for his touch, since when his hands are on her it is the only time she can be sure he is not winding up for another blow. Her restraints may change from cold iron to a warm straightjacket but Alisha is no less confined later on. In fact, while her arms are so well restricted the rest of her is even easier to access for torment. It gives PD the ability to train her clit so she will only cum when she is commanded to do so.
Jack Hammer is opening up a dojo to teach the finer points of bondage and submission to the finer women in the area. Marica Hase is eager to learn what he is capable of.
This isn't just a few quick ties and a minor beating. Jack is going to make Marica fly, and in multiple positions. Suspension is considered the highest form of rope bondage, shibari is the pinnacle of the art, and the combination of the two is the apex of eroticism. She's lying on her side, 2 feet off the ground, as Jack begins to work her body over with the cane and push her into subspace. She is still there, unable to do anything but swing freely, when he pushes the hitachi between her legs and starts the waves of orgasms that are going to wash over her almost continuously through the afternoon.
He stands her on her toes next, and begins the training in pain and pleasure again, but when he pulls her down and puts her on her knees, then he knows he can work her without mercy. Marica's ass and pussy are on display and up for abuse. When her cunt is getting vibrated to more Earth shattering orgasms, Jack makes sure to work her back door with his fingers, shaming her and making her dripping wet at the same time.
The world was black. I tried to feel around with my hands and feet as I was dragged into the room. The utter silence inside the thick leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been beaten before. I had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn't know what would happen. The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe I was attached to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to kneel or sit. I could see him studying my body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish delights he might visit upon me. The device is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and raises it to present my body in whatever position he wants it. It's so simple yet so cruel. When he finally approaches with the whip I can't help but flinch. I love the feeling on my skin, but the crack gets me every time. His aim couldn't be any better as my nipples and clit are the first to get his attention. My gratitude escapes my lips freely.
Lily Lane was hired as our accountant pay our bills. She couldn't even do that correctly. When OT checks the books he finds that several affiliates haven't been paid in a timely manner. It's a good thing Lily is pretty. OT finds a new way for her to be of use. As he strips her of her clothes and dignity she apologizes and pleads for forgiveness. It's not so easy. Now that he's seen whats under her skirt he's not about to let her get away without having a little fun. She needs to be punished for her transgressions and OT is going to enjoy every second of it. Stuck in stocks Lily has her legs spread wide. A bit gag holds her mouth open and the drool flows freely. OT wants to make her face as hideous as her soul. He puts a dental gag in her mouth to open her face up and then wraps her head. She's now just a face hole.
Samantha Rone and Maddy O'Reilly have a religious experience together! Dear God, I fear I may have sinned. It all started when I was talking with my friend and fellow church goer Maddy O'Reilly. She's so pretty and I just couldn't help telling her about something I found on the internet while fighting the good fight. I found out that she and I are both interested in the same thing. That's where it all went wrong. She knew a guy. The creepy guy from church who wears all black. He goes by the name OT. He had us undress each other. Maddy looked really cute. I was so nervous. I hadn't been naked in front of a man before. Not even a doctor. He made us face each other and then he bound us together with handcuffs. My heart was pounding as he touched us. I felt you in that moment, God. I felt you holding me through Maddy. As I tasted her lips on mine I felt you. When OT started whipping us I felt your warm embrace. As my ass turned red you overwhelmed we with peace and pleasure. I've never felt so loved. When it was all over and we were free of the bondage Maddy offered to give me the same amount of pleasure she had felt. As I squirted all over her I felt you flow through me onto her pretty face. Please tell me Lord, did I sin? Or is this truly my calling?
Ashley Lane's body is just too sensitive to play games with Jack Hammer. He's so rough with her, and she loves it, but she it hurts so much, even while it feels so good. She's a screamer. She can't help herself. Whether he's grabbing, vibrating, or really laying into her with the corporal punishment, Ashley can't help but belt out a few piercing shrieks of pain. They're like music to his ears.
Her screams aren't ones of protest, though. We can tell because her body gives itself up readily. Her ass opens wide and accepts the hook Jack pushes inside of her. Her nipples stand erect at the lightest touch. Her pussy is dripping wet and her orgasms come on so hard that she can't hold back, even when she wants to. She doesn't know why corporal punishment, rough rope bondage, and a bit of humiliation make the perfect recipe to keep her coming back for more, but she can't resist it.