Tag: Infernal Restraints
Strapped to a board Kenzie drools all over herself.
Eugene sent Kenzie Taylor to OT to help work off her debt to him. OT’s “Photography” seems a little weird to Kenzie, but she plays along. The reality is that OT doesn’t really do photography other than to document the crazy devices he puts women in. Kenzie starts to struggle when OT leaves her alone for a while. When he returns to have his fun with her he makes the positions increasingly more difficult. The more uncomfortable Kenzie gets the more panicked she gets.
He exposes and plays with her GIANT tits. He puts her on her knees and ties her tits tightly apart. He pulls her knees up so that all her weight is on them. Kenzie hates it, but she can’t help loving it. The drool from the gag runs straight down her face. It even gets caught up in her bush. The board OT has her strapped to is seriously harsh.
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Henna Hex enjoys the pure bliss of suffering in devious devices!
The world was black. I tried to feel around with my hands and feet as I was dragged into the room. The utter silence inside the thick leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been beaten before. I had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn’t know what would happen.
The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe I was attached to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to kneel or sit. I could see him studying my body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish delights he might visit upon me.
The device is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and raises it to present my body in whatever position he wants it. It’s so simple yet so cruel. When he finally approaches with the whip I can’t help but flinch. I love the feeling on my skin, but the crack gets me every time. His aim couldn’t be any better as my nipples and clit are the first to get his attention. My gratitude escapes my lips freely.
The contortions he put me in are only meant to display my body for his amusement. The suffering he imparts to me is pure bliss.
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Silly Bitch Never Learned Not to Talk to Strangers
Kel Bowie is in big trouble, on the run from the law, when she turns to the only person she knows with experience in these matters: O.T. He seems like a nice enough guy, so, hoping he will be kind enough to let her into his house for save haven, so she tells him her story:
Kel has terrible taste in men. She was dating a guy who talked her into doing something stupid. It was his brilliant idea to hold up a convenience store. She was just supposed to be the lookout and getaway driver. She had no idea the steel he gave her for “protection” was real. She had even less idea that she would be forced to use it. Terrified, she had fled from the scene alone and could not figure out what to do now that the law was on her tail for something she had no plan to be part of.
O.T. seems to take pity on Kel and takes her in, but Kel should have learned with her first brush with a strange but “nice guy.” These men are not to be trusted. As soon as she gets back to his house he offers her a drink and, once she wakes up, takes what he wants from her body. She should have listened when she was told not to talk to strangers.
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This languishing torment is like brainwashing for Lauren Phillips. As she struggles against her chains she hears O.T.’s words echoing in the back of her head. “You’re just a whore. Nothing but a dirty whore.”
I’m just a whore living in captivity. This is my life; chains, and canes, and endless pain. I’m just a whore and this is my destiny; to have my holes violated by whatever device my new master has handy.
I’m not being punished for anything. I know my place. When he whips my back or canes my ass, it isn’t because I did something wrong, it’s because I am wrong. It’s what I deserve. I’m just a whore and this is what I’m good for.
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