Honour May is sleeping fitfuly, disturbed by the sound of the falling rain on her window, getting heavier and heavier. The wind rises, starts to howl and whistle and whip around the bones of the old house. The rain comes harder, more insistently, making the satin-clad damsel stir in her sleep. Barefoot, she sleeps in her long night-dress, it’s satin fabric draping seductively over her recumbant form. A flash- a roll of thunder. The storm is gathering around her, and the nightmare in the storm is peering in through the window. Something icy cold grasps her ankle. She screams as she finds herself locked in a fever dream of cold steel and chains and captivity, pulled out towards the raging thunder by the beast that dwells within the eye of the storm. A gag muffles her cry- not one of the other guests is aware of the drama unfolding in the Master bedroom! She fights to escape but the magical chains have that strange quality of nightmares, that she can never quite evade or escape or break free no matter how hard she tries….
Honest Omar’s top lieutenant is the gorgeous Temptress Kate, a talented slave trainer and loyal partner in crime. The other competing slave houses know how important Kate is to Honest Omar’s slave-girl operation and try all means, fair and foul, to tempt her away. But the Temptress is immune to temptation, so they resort to kidnap!
Taken in chains to a strange house in the middle of nowhere, can Kate make good her escape before she is hauled up on to the auction block to be sold as a slave, demoted in rank to the lowest of low, gagged, chained, collared and bound?
Poor Bad Dolly is back in the dungeon for an intense torture session! Burning hot wax drips slowly, tormentingly, from the scarlet burning candles. Each drip lands on her naked unprotected flesh, scalding intolerably for a few seconds until the wax blessedly cools. But as the drips start to merge, there is enough wax to form an insulating layer, so when a drip lands, the wax runs under the previous crust, retaining more of its heat for longer and producing more and more intense sensations for the helpless gorgeous blonde to endure! And when she thinks it can get no worse, her torturer ups the intensity even further by dripping hot wax from just a few inches onto the soft helpless soles of her gorgeous bare feet! The wax flows and sears and burns as it follows every wrinkle and fold of her sexy feet….
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?