Gorgeous Rocky Emerson Is dressed head to toe in delicious red spandex and progressively tied into the bed frame on her side. She is anchored at all oppositional tie points, and even her hair is tied back to her ankles! The final rope that goes on is the tightened crotchrope that pulls her hips forward and into an inescapable predicament. Elbows welded behind her and legs locked back, she is truly helpless! Any small move she makes with her core digs the crotchrope in deeper and deeper..

Claire obtains her hand caught in the floor. Claire is locked in the barn by her hand. There's something genuinely terrible about not being able to see one of your body parts. Claire is laying on the chilly flooring of the barn. Her hand is trapped beyond of the boards. She stirs as her captor gets in. Sis Dee wants to put a clinical cuff on Claire's other wrist. Claire withstands. Dee has no time for Claire's defiance and rapidly places an end to it by punishing her hand from listed below. PD examinations Dee's job. He has Claire draw on a black dildo while SD fucks her with a band on. That's not enough though. They take turns caning her as well as Claire simply sobs. The scene is so lovely Sis Dee swipes a kiss from Claire's tear stained face.

Upon entering the grotto the next morning, I expected to clean up the tailings from their dining. What a shock seeing her as I left her. A couple kicks — she stirs and moans. I had satiated myself and expected to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To prepare the feast I hogtied and wrapped her head and hands with tape. Looking down at her now I could see hair stuck to the tape and covering the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her — maybe to keep her warm Many days have passed since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She continues to reveal the wisdom of the mountain. Just when she seemed resigned to the "adjustment" routines, I added, probably, the most terrible one she could imagine. I sensed that she had a lot at stake with her hair grooming. Removing this last vestige of her vanity would completely empty her. I hooked up a double bind pushup rig by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her arms tired she could pull her hair out. She is a strong cunt — she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she began to collapse, I placed the scissors within her grasp.

The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed.