Ms. Hercrack Infernalrestraints 2007 Hollie Stevens Torture, BDSM

The Grand Inquisitor sits at his desk. The self-abuser is transported into the space locked in dual shackles, a purse wrapped over her mind. The metal collar holds in position where most of the women are held for interrogation straight in front of the Inquisitor. And as she’s quantified her neck, breast, the thickness of her cunt, the width and thickness of her face hole she is constantly under the constraint of metal. The Grand Inquisitor allows no resistance. Her training starts, the instruction of her innocent cunt. She must masturbate for him. She must learn how to take pain together with her face suspended, blank, the howl of pain trapped inside, at the isolate of a number of endless space.He layouts for her construct of irritation and pleasure, employing the instruments of his trade. A primitive seat a square post for her buttocks with ankles and wrists locked away from her. The repeated noise of a cane flesh. It’s nothing, a small distress, and a little more. A metallic piece locked into her mouth holds her mind in rigid stillness because she’s for him. The bars of the narrow standing cage compress her flesh. Her neck is secured and still. He prods and pokes. He terrifies her with alcohol and a milder. He lights a fire beneath her toes. He stabs her tight innocent cunt from behind. In every moment, the simple fact of her helplessness was made plain that the metal about her throat, the cage, and the vibrator buried in the flesh of her enfolded pussy. Bilbos locked at her wrists and knees flex her joints into a place only. Pulling her string, he frees her mouth into his crotch. She learns how to suck cock, the way to use her tongue and lips. He leaves her locked this way, along with her not-so-innocent cunt speared because she lies helpless on the floor.