Hazel Hypnotic has never made a secret of her need to be beaten, bound and used. She should learn to be more careful with what she wishes for. Cyd Black is like an evil genie when it comes to giving a woman her heart's desires. Whatever dreams she has will be twisted, perverted and turned against her. For a girl that has tame fantasies this can be rough. For someone as turned on by brutality as Hazel expect it to be devastating. There are all kinds of special toys around to make the experience unforgettable. Ass hooks, hoods, canes, whips and chains, all set aside and ready to go. The question isn't even which tools Cyd will use, but rather which combinations will give him the best results. Is it better to flog Hazel's pussy while she stands hooded, or will it break her faster if he canes her ass after he fills it up?

Sister Dee has actually come back and also intends to fulfill the new slut on the block. That would certainly be Hazel Hypnotic, that is all too prepared to rest as well as chat. She does not recognize that all of these inquiries are made to offer SD an edge in the upcoming fun. Hazel tells it all. How much she enjoys being tied up as well as shocked. Exactly how excellent it really feels to obtain fucked and used. Exactly how wet it makes her to be humiliated by the things that are done to her. As well as SD takes every one of that expertise as well as utilizes it to make both of them very satisfied girls.

She is forced to balance on 1 leg as her ankle is locked to the pear in her pussy, her wrists are cuffed and chained in a strappado, with a chian to her collar, head cage, and waist. She struggles and drools with her gag as OT whips her and forces an orgasm with a vibrator.

The janitor cleans many warehouses but there's only one that he fantasizes about. He calls the people he works for "freaks" but he's starting to realize he's really a "freak", himself. Last week she was in this cage, but this time her head is locked between the cage bars and a metal head harness (branks, scolds bridle) holds her mouth agape. He cannot resist this improvised cunt hole. It will have to do for he cannot ply the slither tube. It is plugged shut and padlocked by a contraption with petals that are cranked wide inside her love hole (Pear).

The vapors rising from the accumulator scream tank envelops the Throne's new morsel. Now caressed and infused with its insidious lust her mind dreams the horrors of all those who have sat upon the Throne. She is jarred awake by the disembodied voice of her liege. Speaking through his tablet he lets her know that he will be back in a day. In the meantime he activates a sound generator that is converted into electrical pulses connected in her neither world. Thus over great distances he is ever present — like spooky actions at a distance.

High in the rafters she is not alone. Mud-wasps, bats, and flies buzz and swop about her. But she labors also, the sweat forming maddening, tickling, rivulets that drip off the trembling labia. She must hold her legs spread – the apparatus that clutches her (gibbit) is engineered so as the legs grow weaker she impales herself on a cone shaped spike stretching her vulva. To overcome this splitting fatigue she discovers that a rhythmical spreading of her legs is less tiring. Diabolically, the machine that torments her also is her ecstasy.