The faceless men are interrogating her now. They ask her a barrage of questions about herself, then about trivia, and every time her answer is wrong they pump thousands of volts through her poor pussy.
Their body has been used and abused, clipped all up and down, tied up in rope and beaten. And so, after they gives us a little show, spreading their ass for our enjoyment, it's right back to work for them.
Their body has been used and abused, clipped all up and down, tied up in rope and beaten. And so, after they gives us a little show, spreading their ass for our enjoyment, it's right back to work for them.
Freya French is a crier. She says she's ready for action, and maybe she thought she was, but the truth is that she is a crier, and criers are never ready for what's coming. Especially not when “what's coming” is being carried by Matt Williams.
It isn't just the canes, whips, and floggers that he's toting that are going to have Freya sobbing. There's something about his attitude. She knows right away that this isn't about making her feel good or getting her off. It isn't even about his dick.
This is Matt showing her her rightful place in the universe. She knows, deep down, that this is where she belongs, on the floor, in the dirt, and that is what brings out the tears.