Sablique, wearing sexy lingerie with stocking, high heels and elbow length satin gloves, balances on her knees with her hands bound over head on the bed, a crotch rope tied on her and a ball gag in her mouth. A rope tied to her crotch rope pulls her forward and makes her arch her back.
Gorgeous Cobie is laced up in the sleek leather straitjacket from Jeroen Van Der Klis. Shiny grey pantyhose coat her fabulous legs, and Cobie wears some very sexy black strappy heels. Once straitjacketed tight, a black ballgag is used to gag her, and her legs and ankles are bound together with leather straps. She rolls around and struggles on the floor.
First off, her holes could use a bit more training. Jack Hammer has more cock than she can handle. She is going to have to learn to deal with the dildos before she can upgrade to the real thing.
Chanell Preston is built to fuck. She is a high speed sexual athlete who runs on cock. She is a lush, booming beautiful hottie that is here today to be completely disgraced and destroyed as only Sexuallybroken can deliver. And today we have not one but two rock hard dicks to totally take down this athlete. Bound down on her knees between two wooden posts, shackled and bound with leather belts, Chanell is at perfect dick height. Anyone that wandered by could avail themselves of her face pussy. Which is exactly what we do. We run an endless train on her tonsils, completely reshaping the back of her throat. Chanell is pounded out into sexual subspace via cock. As her eyes mist over and the deep back of the throat lube is brought up and slathered over her beautiful face, you can see Chanell slipping away. She gasps and moans around a mouthful of dick, deep in that animalistic zone an overload of cock can provide. We challenge her, slamming it home balls deep, making her take it all the way to the base. She limply hangs in. It is time for total destruction. We pick up the pace, hammering it home with a vengeance. Chanell is not given a chance to get on top of it or catch her breath. One after another they own her throat meat without mercy. Jamming our fingers down her well used mouth hole and tightening up here neck chain seals the deal. Goodbye Chanell. We leave her limp in her bondage, used hard and completely disgraced. That is the look of someone that got hit by the cock truck.
Genres: Corporal Punishment, Abandonment, Anchor Shackles, Ankle Tie, Ankles tied to Wrists, Ass Caning, Ass Play
Video language: English
"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.
O.T. is paying a visit to his accountant to ask about some worrying notices he has received in the mail. The woman at the front desk, Alana Cruise, informs him that someone at the office must have made a mistake, but O.T. knows this is the kind of mistake that can send him to prison. Now, for doing him wrong, he is going to give her a taste of just what happens in prison, so he takes out a needle, sticks it in her neck, and it's lights out for Alana.
When she wakes up she has a leather hood on her head, which O.T. has wedged between two metal bars, and her wrists are shackled to the floor. O.T. pulls up the skirt of her little green dress and rubs his hand over her pussy through her panties. Alana makes scared and upset noises like she wants him to stop. If she doesn't want him to touch her in a nice and friendly way, O.T. is happy to oblige. He ties the back of her panties to a bar over her head and spanks her ass. And then it's time for her to really learn her lesson.
O.T. stands Alana up and has her hold the two metal bars out in front of her, with a smaller pole balanced on the end. Then he takes out a whip and starts lashing at her tits and her ass making her squeal and dance around to try and avoid the pain. If the small bar falls, she gets to find out what happens when you drop the bar of soap in the showers. She holds up well for a while, turning slowly and picking up her feet one at a time to dodge it, but when O.T. whips at her hands she has no choice but to let it drop. Then he sits her down and ties her toes so that her legs are held spread apart and takes out the metal pussy hook and the celebrator to fuck her until she screams. Maybe next time she'll know to do her job.