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Silent, seductive 831 submits to bondage, pain, humiliation, and a long suffocation scene that leads to orgasm. There is something heady, something perilous in the way her body wrings itself in desire. It is a spell that 831 weaves, to be so ultimately and passively willing.
She sits quietly, her wrists handcuffed behind her back and her ankles shackled. The top ring of her hood is attached above. Ordered to undress, 831 squirms as she complies. A cane encourages her to move faster. A spreader bar is tied between her knees and her mouth-watering nipples are clamped, stretched, and secured. She sits in silence.
Sitting with her legs strapped cross-legged and her arms tied tight together above her head, she’s gagged. A nose hook distorts her face. A long line of excruciating small clips bite into the delicate skin of each armpit. He taps them with a cane. Silent 831 makes little frantic sounds of pain. Her inner nostrils are poked with a pointy stick, and her big, fat nipples are flipped. Loud cries of pain come from 831. The clips are removed one by one.
Her arms bound behind, bells on her nipples, and her head in a harness, a sponge is attached to her face. Salad dressing, ketchup, even chocolate sauce splatter on the floor. She’s ordered to sponge up the mess, but it is soon smeared on her face. Tied into a hogtie afterward, Mr. Pogo fucks her face and cunt holes.
After more rope, more caning, and tickling, her final plight is sexually agonizing. Ankles strapped to thighs, arms bound behind her back, and her hands taped, she’s laid on the floor on her back. She’s suffocated as a vibrator buries itself in her pussy. 831’s breath comes harder, heavier. This goes on and on, keeping her on the edge of terror and orgasm. One begins to wonder. When is it enough?
Her body writhes in orgasm, as though for 831 it is an expression of some terrible anguish. She seems to float afterwards, her sensual silence surrounding.
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