Kassy is a twisted piece of shit, a whore, a cunt, a slut. Realistically, she is even lower that any of those words indicate --but most importantly, she is a masochistic bitch who simply deserves the most punishment, pain, abuse and torture imaginable. In this BrutalMaster Classic the whore's true masochism is on display. She screams, moans, groans, and cries --but she also knows she deserves everything she gets and more. Don't miss this session with Kassy, the worthless cunt.
It's in her dreams, almost every night. Playtime with her boyfriend ... beginning with her nearly naked, her young body exposed, and her panties getting soaked, quickly. The room filled with that unmistakeable scent of a very hot young woman. Her wrists and ankles cuffed. But her hands in front, not only able to massager her own body but to do the things he likes to his. And a smile. Knowing that it won't be long before that dream comes true.
"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.
He had bound her tightly and left her on the floor. Almost naked - wearing only her panties and a top ... unbuttoned and exposing her perky young breasts. She knew what that meant; when he returned, it was play time. And that thought made her smile. It also made her struggle, whimper .. and moan. Her panties already becoming soaked, the room quickly filling with the scent of a very aroused young woman. Yes, she was starting without him. She was sure he wouldn't mind; not too much. Because she was also sure he'd catch up when he finally returned.
It had been a long night of play. And she ended up sleeping on the floor. Which is where she woke up. Still wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs that were erotic reminders of the previous night's play games. As the memories flowed back through her young body, she found herselfrunning her hands over her own body, then unbuttoning her blouse, And caressing those young, perky breasts - the way he did last night.. Would they play again tonight? She hoped so!
OT knows which places in the neighborhood have the hottest delivery girls. You know, just so he can have some eye candy when his meals come. But Kleio Valentien shows up, a piece of meat carrying a piece of meat, and she doesn't just drop her bag off and leave. Instead she decides to take a tour of the dungeon, and the interest she shows to the device in the center of the room doesn't go unnoticed. If she's willing to walk up to it, stick her head in, and run her hands over the construction, surely she has to be at least a little bit curious as to how it feels to be locked inside of it. She doesn't seem as enthusiastic when OT has his hands on her, though. She's whimpering and crying while he strips the clothes off of her body, desperately trying to cover herself with bound hands. When she feels the whip across her back for the first time she begins screaming into the black ball gag crammed into her mouth and violently struggling against the wooden stock that holds her neck. Unfortunately for her, OT doesn't even need to unlock her to move her around in this device. She isn't going anywhere. They are going to enjoy dinner and a date together.