She lies on her back in a copper tub, her wrists and ankles cuffed to the grate chained over the top. In the room surrounding her tub, shut off valves and hoses attach to the walls. It's clear this room has a special use. He sits on top of the tub, his dick dropping through the grate. Tongue my asshole, he says. Get me hard, but if I get bored, see those electrodes over there? You know what will happen.
She tries her best. But it's not good enough.
He blasts her pussy with a hard stream of water. The tub slowly fills. As she gasps for air, breathing through a tube, he fucks her with Mr. Pogo.
She's locked onto a bed wearing a canvas hood and a strait jacket with so many straps, it's a bondage lover's dream. He walks her into the night, bringing her to the barn for storage. In the morning, she's inside the metal birdhouse. He opens the Glory Hole. Partly obscured, her face appears as she sucks his cock.
I have to torment you in order to come, he says. Whatever you like, she replies. He hoists her in the air, spreading her legs, whipping her. She writhes in the air, trying to protect her pussy.
Now she sucks him with renewed fervor. He fucks her, but suddenly grows annoyed and walks away. She's worn out, alone, her glazed eyes staring in the direction where he disappeared.
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