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Added: January 9, 2020 |
Category: Bondage
Plus steel plus mass equals a vicious torment. PD preps Erika, leaving her to languish and locking her into metal as everyone at Infernal Restraints prepares for the fire. Her neck is clamped inside a collar. Her wrists, she pulled up into a trying strappado behind her, and keep her on her feet. It is. PD dismisses her raise her up a couple more inches, increasing the drag down. It’s nothing actually, a matter of mathematics. A pair of scissors snips in her tuft of hair. The T-shirt of Erika is shredded by PD. Snip moves her bra. The tip of a singletail yells at her abdomen and chest, and at that tiny tuft of hair that is pussy. She’s turned so that she strikes the wall. The whip goals back and her buttocks . As she fusses, attempting to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her entire body is amazing in profile as she strains against the metallic and gravity.Erika’s wrists are shackled supporting and tied into some thick, scratchy rope that is dragged her through her crotch (a nasty little agony) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull her tits upward also. Takes its own toll, a moment of truth, of inhabiting a body, the annoyance. A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. Her holes are investigated by his palms. A cane destroys her buttocks, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of yells, such as some animal that cries through the night. A plank slides between her thighs. The ray beneath her feet is eliminated. Her weight rests upon her cunt. Gravity wins.Hanging at a very small cage, a dental gag retains Erika’s mouth open. Where pussy juice wets her hole, drool runs out of her lips to her cunt. The fucking machine stands at the ready. She’s positioned and penetrated, as if it is. It pounds off in of her. And Erika’s cries make such a clamor.He’s done with her now. The machine is quiet. The crate slides across a railing until it hangs over a box that is waiting. All, inside dropped. The lid slams shut, latched, and also a breathing pipe clad in position. Erika’s constant stream of noise goes on distant now. Far away. A universe apart. |