You find the best things in the least likely places. Or at least I do. For instance, Freya French is a lovely little gift hanging out in the boiler room. I was expecting something disgusting like rats or a stray cat when I heard the sounds coming through the vents. Imagine my surprise when I came across a hot, submissive piece of ass, just looking for someone to make her feel like filth.
She looked like a scared little animal, hiding behind the equipment. I coaxed her out with a soft voice and a beckoning finger. She came to me, rubbing herself up against me gently. She'll be a sweet little play thing to break up the monotony of my day. I love finding strays.
They are always so starved for attention and affection that you can really treat them rough and they just keep on begging for more.
The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering.
Genres: BDSM, Ass Caning, Big Breasts, Big Tits, Breast Bondage, Breast Caning, Bruises, Calf Caning, Caning, Crying, Dildo, Foot Caning, Foot Torture, Lesbian, Marks, Metal Bondage, Rope Bondage, Strap On Sex, Tears
She's been up all night getting tossed and turned by the most brutal masters of BDSM that her imagination can conjure. Her huge tits are tied off and terrible torments are coming her way.
It's always exciting when we reach the end of a live feed. A switch gets flipped as soon as we realize that we're ready to see our subject break. We aren't worried about wasting a ton of time trying to set her up perfectly. Instead we're going to see exactly how heavy of a player she is. We've known Rain for a long time, and if you've kept up with her work, you know as well as we do that getting her to scream for mercy is going to take a lot more than the average abuse.
Sexy ass Cherry Torn is on hand to make it even hotter. It's one thing when a man starts taking a cane to Rain, but some things are better with a woman's touch.
Alli's day of exploring bondage and submission has only begun and her beautiful pussy is allready tender and swollen...She is stripped then bound harshly against a bed post...her elbows are pulled back and tied together and one leg is pulled up, exposing her sweetness...she is directed to announce her orgasms and she has many...it's lovely to watch her try to pull her hips away from the vibrator stand to no avail...Alli's pussy is at my mercy and I make her beg for release...
Penthouse pet Olive Glass is treated to the full Sexually Broken treatment and it's brutal! Welcome Penthouse Pet Olive Glass to the pages of Sexaully Broken. This stunning beauty is about to get fucked up! Bound helpless on a Sybian, in a custom metal device, we send poor Olive into subspace pretty quickly. Being vibrated to several orgasms why being professionally face fucked does it every time. In minutes Olive is a drooling vacant eyes suck slut wondering what the fuck just happened. The boys then proceed to bind our Penthouse pet into a couple more custom rigs. So many screaming orgasms, so much drool, so much cock down the throat, in the end Olive is just a drooling mess, dripping out of every hole, cock sotted and dazed!
A pathetic drooling mess. No matter how hot Endza Adair is, she'll always end up reduced to a pathetic, drooling, sobbing mess by the time O.T. is done with her. She doesn't want to be so turned on by the extreme corporal punishment and intense bondage that he puts her through, but she can't help herself.
She is screaming through the black ball gag in her mouth, but she isn't even trying to form words anymore. She would be running away if her bondage didn't keep her in place so well. The metal shackles and chains let her shake and struggle, but they won't let her get away. The leather straps that hold her to the wooden and metal frame are more than enough to hold her steady while O.T. works her over with the whip.
Orgasms are overwhelming after so much build up. She can't hold them in as the magic wand vibrates her clit furiously. She'd be crying if she wasn't so busy cumming, and while she would probably like to beg for mercy, all that she can manage to get out is a mixture of moans, screams, and cries of "Oh, God!"
Strapped. As in we needed something to hold Wenona in place with. Normally iron would be the material of choice but this time it was important that she remain flexible. We have her bent over in a brutal back bridge
Why such a tough position? Well, Wenona told Cyd Black that she loves having her pussy played with so much that it makes the whole world fade into the background. Now he is going to test that by flogging, clamping and contorting her as much as humanly possible, all while the vibrators, dildos and one extremely powerful fucking machine go to town on her hole.
When she starts to squirm enough that the straps alone won't cut it, that is when we will strap her to a frame and test her limits
Bella Rossi joined us for an amazing live feed. It starts off with her and Rain DeGrey sharing an extremely tight space, a brand new cage. The way they are just tossed inside gives us a bit of a peak at Bella's colorful panties. Don't worry, she'll be taking those off, soon. Rain and Bella both are wearing way too much. What's the point of having two beauties in bondage if they are going to be all covered up?
Once the girls are free of their tight little dresses the real fun can start. They take turns backing their asses up against the bars of their cage so that they can spends some time with Mr. Pogo. “I'm a whore, fuck me more.” It's the mantra that these two live by. Their whole existence revolves around tight bondage and servicing cock. They work together in their tiny space to show off their skills in hopes of getting a taste of the real thing.
Bella is the first one out of captivity. Rain gets to sit by and watch while Bella gets the royal treatment. Of course we don't mean getting pampered. Instead all of our attention is focused on our star redhead. Now she's stuck standing while our crew works her over with a pair of whips. She wants to shift her body away from the blows but any movement means she risks losing her balance and getting her steel lover rammed even deeper inside of her.
It gets worse. Once we have her warmed up we pull the heels away. Now Bella is left standing on the tips of her toes, a tough position even when two people aren't taking whips to your feet. Some girls would give up at this point. Bella knows she still has a long day ahead of her.
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out.
He told me he was a photographer. He said he just wanted to take a couple pictures of my ass. It is my best feature. I thought for a moment that it might be cool, but something about the way he touched me without asking. Something about how he moaned.
Apparently he didn't like that I wanted to leave. He didn't want me to go. He wanted to keep me. Now I have no choice. My body is his. He uses me how he wants. He's cruel to me. He likes to hurt me. I like it too. I'll never leave him.