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Young 828 finds herself in a whole lot of trouble in these dizzying shoots.
She is first subjected to some strenuous bondage positions, wrapped tightly in Matt’s inescapable ties. Seated on a wooden box, her crossed legs are bound together and arms are pulled tight behind her back.
Her slender waist and long, thin arms invite leather. Laced up in a corset and arm binder, she balances on tiptoe, breathing through a pipe gag.
Still outfitted in corset, binder, and head harness, she is hogtied and left to suffer in her harsh restraints.
Passed on to PD, 828 is shackled with ankles together and wrists overhead. Her delicate feet straining in tall heels, she stumbles about, struggling to maintain her balance. She is pulled up to into a wrist suspension then brought back down to the floor to straddle a chain that digs deep into her bare pussy. PD clamps her tits and ties her tongue then flogs her cunt till it is bright red.
Sir C shows no mercy when it’s her turn with 828. She pulls her new toy into a suspension with long, stockinged legs crossed and a tall steel collar encasing her long neck. Dangling midair, 828 is impaled on a steel dildo on a stand. The ropes supporting her are wound up so that she spins down on the dildo when released.
Dressed up in thigh-highs, a leather corset, and heels, she is reshaped with suction. Tits are pulled out to form tight orbs and and labia are sucked and elongated. Clear liquid oozes into the tubes around her long, taut nipples. After relishing in her captive’s agony, Sir C allows her to remove the suction cups from her swollen, deformed breasts and pussy. After making her beg, of course.
Sir C is having too much fun–she just has to play one more game with poor 828. Securing her arms overhead, Sir C affixes a clothespin zipper to 828’s arms and abdomen. 828 must keep her feet firmly planted on two weighted ropes to prevent the zipper from releasing. But with Sir C flogging her, she flinches and jerks away; quickly tearing a row of clothespins from her ivory flesh. Sir C does her a favor and yanks off the remainder of the zipper with one swift tug.
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