Eden Sin thinks she’s getting a massage, and at first, she’s treated to a gentle rub down courtesy of Sgt. Mile’s strong hands. She groans with pleasure as he works her back – that is, until she goes to sleep!
Eden wakes up naked and shackled – now, it’s her turn to massage his cock with her throat. She takes every inch like the greedy little slut she is, drooling everywhere as she gags herself on his hard cock. Then it’s time to release that pesky tension in her ass. First, he fucks her dripping pussy. All she can do is lie there and take it as he thrusts brutally into her. He fucks her perfect body like a rag doll until she’s left laying in her own sopping mess.
She’s then bound tightly in a metal device that ensures her pert little ass is on full display. Miles makes quick use of that, as he makes her to take his cock up her tight ass in a rough fucking that leaves Eden whimpering in pleasure. Finally, she’s tied with her legs spread wide in the air and is treated to another kind of massager; the Hitatchi is mashed into her clit as she moans softly. Miles isn’t done with her tight little slit yet though; with his fist around her throat, he delivers a last brutal pounding as she’s made to cum uncontrollably.
She’s left filthy, degraded, and totally relaxed.
Kel Bowie is the quintessential Girl Next Door. Take a good look at the cute girls that live near you, chances are they are in porn, enjoying their secret life.
Kel get the entire SB experience. Bound to a Sybian, brutally deepthroated and face fucked into subspace. She is bound in a strict strappado, and made to cum over and over while hard cock fill her throat past the ability to even breath. She is completely helpless and used as a proper cock sheath, over and over we deepthroat her until she is a drooling spaced out slut. In the end she takes one of the most brutal fucking we have ever done on the site. Kel is completely wrecked and smiling.
Welcome back the beautiful and very dirty Maddy O’Reilly, this girl loves her job, loves rough sex and breath play and it shows!
Bound and helpless in three different positions, Maddy soons remembers just how exciting and fun Sexaully Broken is. It doesn’t take long for our sexy slut to be in subspace, while drool runs down her face and body as the cocks penetrate her throat over and over with our mercy. Not many girls can even handle the intensity of Sexaully Broken. Maddy handles it, and does it with grace, even when broken she bounces back quickly and with a smile.
It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a couple rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.
My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting.
I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.
Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy — my body tingles and trembles.
Slave abigail is not happy to be back in this seemingly innocent compression cage. Master James has been keeping her here when she is not being used by Him (or anyone else he deems worthy) in other ways and by the looks of things, she may have started being just a bit too vocal about her discomforts. Her head positioned outside of the steel bars, she is immobilized to an even greater extent with a strict and rigid posture collar that she had just finished making to her Master’s precise specifications the night before. She took her time knowing that when she was through, it was back to the cage for the night. A large ball gag is firmly in place and when combined with the posture collar, it turns every slight movement or even slouch, into a potential panic for this claustrophobic slave. Master James values nothing greater than he values His slave abigail, but he knows that it must not go to her head. The greater she pleases Him the greater he must be at presenting her with that challenge she so needs. How much are you worth slave? Are you worth your weight in rusted iron?
Extreme Productions and Sensual Pain Studios Present “Caged Predicaments” – An inspired parody for candid BDSM film of Georges Pichard – Princess Melanie House of Correction.
To bring to life, one of the most inspirational works of art to many of those with that sadistic twinge, is such a pleasure to both Master James and slave abigail in their own vastly differing ways. Georges Pichard has been a guilt free pleasure for their eyes and senses and brings a normalcy to their most devious of activities. But what started out as a joyful tribute to Pichard very quickly turned into a real nightmare for slave abigail. Thrust into a situation of tightly closed quarters, welded together by the hands of her loving Master, she finds that even the slightest threat to her well being is magnified to an extent that got the best of her in the end. Oh… but that wasn’t the end… no, that was only the beginning of this nightmarish dream come true. You must watch as words do no justice to witnessing Master James teetering dangerously close to pushing His slave off the cliffs of her sanity.
Experiments in Extreme Agony
Today we return to the laboratory of Doctor London River in the Institute for the Analysis of Agony, where she has two patients laid up and waiting to be put through another day of torment. Of course it is all for a good cause, it is important to know just how much pain a person can be put through before they snap, and how close they come to snapping on their way.
London has her patients chained up, bent backwards almost in half with their ankles and wrists hung from the ceiling. Needles have been injected in their lower backs, fluid dripping in. London moves between the two, first to Abigail Dupree, then to Slave Fluffy, taking data. She pulls the chains slowly, bending their backs further and further. As she does so, she takes their pulse and blood pressure, quantifying just how much stress she is putting their body under. The answer is, of course, not enough.
After their IVs have been removed, London moves the patients so that they’re bent over a metal bar, their wrists chained and pulled forward, holding them in place. Then she takes a cane to their asses, seeing what kind of marks she can raise and what kind of reactions she can get. After that comes the pleasure, vibrating Abigail’s pussy and then Fluffy’s dick in turn, seeing what affect the good feelings have on blood pressure when compared to the bad.
Blinded and Beaten Bad
One of the more frightening things about being a model for one of our videos is the feeling you get when one of the handlers is walking toward you carrying some device meant for torment. Possibly the only thing scarier is what Sasha, our model for today, is experiencing. Sasha has a leather hood on over her head so she can’t see anything at all. All she gets is the muffled sound of footsteps moving toward her as she is left to wonder what agony awaits her next.
Matt Williams has her shackled down to a metal pole, her legs out in front of her and her body leaned all the way back. He covers the nose holes in her hood with a strip of tape to make it harder for her to breathe, so that everything he does to her will be that much more frightening. She sits there in the darkness and suspense, breathless, as he flogs her tits and her stomach. She flinches from the sound of the tails moving through the air. Her body starts to turn red, not that she can tell at all except that with each lash the next one hurts a little bit more.
He walks away from her, removing the tape from her hood and letting her body have a few seconds rest, but a few seconds is all she is going to get. Even as he leaves her, she is shaking and panting, her body quivering in pain and anticipation. That body starts to full-on shake when she hears the sound that every submissive fears, the crackling of electricity at the end of a cattle prod. Matt shocks her nipples, perking them up, then he shocks her pussy. It is as if her body is being jump started. She squirms and shrieks, unable to control herself, never knowing when or where the next zap will come.