It's all about control. Straitjacket. Metal ballgag. Blindfold. Chain. PD tells Pinky to stick out her butt so he can beat her with a cane. She squirms away. It's clear she has no tolerance for pain. He tells her to shut up when he beats her. If she's quiet, he'll stop. It's a game he plays a game within a game. Psychological control. The mindfuck.
So Pinky her screams to make the pain stop. When he jams a dildo down her throat, she makes herself not to gag. PD compliments her. Pinky smiles. She gets her reward. She comes and comes and comes.
Pinky minces into the barn strapped in the straitjacket. A tit puller yanks on her tits. Chain draped beneath her heels from the shackles makes walking painful. PD sits her on a metal table, spreading her ankles wide. He tells her he's making a device specially fit to her. She smiles.
As he builds the special device, he takes a glowing metal rod out of the forge and her, threatening the bottoms of her feet, her body, and her pussy. He grinds a steel tube, shooting a shower of sparks that shatter against her skin. She freaks. She screams.
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