When Marica Hase starts our shoot she is cute and composed, all done up in an outfit and makeup that make her look like the girl next door, with her wrists tied up to our ceiling. Matt Williams isn't about to let that last long, though. He is intent on transforming Marica into a drooling fuckpuppet by the end of her time here. The best way he can think to do that is to keep her going non-stop until she breaks.
Matt attaches clamps to Marica's nipples and hangs weights from them before clipping clothespins all up and down her torso. All of them are attached to the same string, so with one little tug they all tear loose. It's easy to see how much it hurts Marica from both the sexy little yelp she lets out and the fresh red marks all over her tits and stomach. Matt sits her down on a table and vibrates her pussy until he has heard enough of the whimpering, little noises she makes. Then he takes the table out from under her and leaves her hanging, suspended by the rope binding her arms and legs, like a human wrecking ball.
Matt's session with Marica Hase is not like other sessions we have in our studio. There are no cuts, no breaks, just one continuous feed of unending BDSM torment. Unlike other models, Merica does not get to take a moment to breathe and compose herself. She has to keep going, enduring whatever fun Matt wants to have with her in an endless stream of increasingly brutal rope bondage positions. Marica gets spanked, choked, and caned continuously, and each time, she lets out a little squeak or shriek encouraging her handler to keep going.
I gag Moxie with the biggest red ballgag I have and it fits easily. I unbutton her blouse and play with her nipples. Moxie appears to be in heaven. I add more rope to her upper body bondage as she drools. Soon drool is all over her tits and chest. I walk away and sit back and watch as drool continues to escape from behind her gag. She struggles sensuously as this happens. Moxie seems to be enjoying herself so much that I decide to hogtie her. I add another rope in preparation for that as Moxie continues to drool on her tits. I smear her drool over them and give her crotchrope a tug. I am soon removing her ballgag and replacing it with a black ball harness gag. Moxie plays around and makes the excess drool bubble up in her mouth. She's left again. Lots of closeups follow and we can really see how much drool is on her tits and chest. I slide a table up next to her and I pick her up and place her on it.
Sasha Heart's body is absolutely incredible. She has perky breasts, an ass that won't quit, and an all over tight little figure that could make a grown man cry. That, however is not the plan. Matt Williams ball gags her and ties her legs so they are spread wide and her pussy exposed. Then he ties her nipple clamps down to the floor so that she can't move without causing herself pain. Only then does he take out the cane and start beating her ass and up and down her legs. It looks like Sasha is going to be the one doing all the crying today.
Next, Matt moves Sasha so that she is roped to a chair, her tits held in place by a breast harness. The best part of the setup, though, is the hitachi vibrator set to high power and taped down to the chair between her legs so that she can't move away from it pressing against her clit. All she is left to do is sit there cumming over and over again as Matt attaches clothespins, first to her nipples, and then down her stomach in a zipper. When he tears them away she goes to scream, but Matt covers her mouth with her hand so she can barely even breathe as she shakes and writhes in pain.
By the time he finally decides to move her, Sasha has had the hitachi vibrating her pussy for around fifteen minutes. One might expect that after being vibrated for that long, her pussy might have just gone numb, but actually it works the exact opposite way, making her clit more and more sensitive with every moment it's on. That's why it hurts so much when Matt bends her over backwards and starts flogging her pussy, and why she screams out with such pleasure when he finally stops flogging her and starts finger fucking the life out of her. By the time he's done Sasha has completely lost count of how many times she's cum. It'd be surprising if she even remembered her own name.
At last we reach the end of Lorelei Lee's powerful patriotic live session. She's been through a lot over the course of her show. She's had needles stuck under her toe nails, she's been bent into uncomfortable positions, she's had horrible things said to her enough to make her cry, and she's been fucked by one of the men who did all of these things to her. Her resolve is impressive. She cries but she never fully gives in to their words. Now they have one final try to break her, and they're going to do their best.
First they lock her up in metal cuffs and make her hold up heavy poles with her arms outstretched as they interrogate her and quiz her on information that an "intellectual" like her should know. This alone would be a difficult enough task even if there weren't an electrified butt plug stuck up her ass, giving her a shock every so often or when she gives an answer that the handlers don't like. They up the ante, then, clipping a pussy clamp onto her and vibrating her clit until she is so distracted that she can't give answers anymore.
Lorelei is then tied up in belt bondage with her feet up by her head as the handlers have their fun with her pussy. As they fuck her with a metal pussy hook and they vibrate her clit, she is reminded over and over that she is powerless. She can do nothing to stop them. All there is for her to do is sit there and cry and cum for them as they pump the hook into and out of her over and over again until they have had enough.