It's Hot Girl Summer at the Day house until Cara is interrupted. Her father isn't happy with her lazy attitude and he's determined to make a correction. Mr Day does not spare the rod this time. Cara is pretty messed up. Even after a hard lesson and some inappropriate toughing she still doesn't clean the tub properly, but maybe he's just trying to find reasons to punish his unruly daughter. Once again Cara needs to be punished. This time she's quit her summer internship to sit on the couch and watch TV. Her dad is furious and he's not going to hold back anything, he will teach Cara the error of her ways.

I awoke in a cold dark room. I can scarcely remember the last moments before I was snatched. I can't fathom what my captor wants from me. He plays with my light. It's on for hours and then it's off for minutes. I have no concept of time anymore. Begging only seems to insight his violent ways. His grimy hands touching and caressing me. I want to go, but he isn't going to let me. He does all the things that I need to stay alive. He feeds me awful beet mush. He makes sure I evacuate my bowels and bladder. The most violating of all of his torments is the orgasm he gave me. With his oafish mitts on my slender body I have to admit I enjoyed it. The way he pawed at me and bit my nipples. I've never felt anything like it.

Brooke Johnson is the worst. She takes potty breaks every ten minutes. She spends hours on the phone when there is tons of work to do. Her filing skills are non-existent. She types so slowly it's painful to watch. At first OT attempts to correct Brooke's poor performance. He provides a catheter so she doesn't have to leave her desk. He gags her painfully to show her how to keep her mouth shut. He shows her the proper way to use binder clips. It's no use. She is just too awful. Before he terminates her he shows her how painful it is watching her type. He makes her put out an ad for a new assistant. One who is more capable in every way. He uses her one last time for his own amusement before taking her pretty little head.

London River is hooked! There is no escape. If the collar around her neck isn't enough there's a giant metal hook inside her tender pussy screwed to the post behind her. It's so deep that without her heels she has to stand on the very tips of her toes. "Take off your dress!" She's commanded. Her sexy body strains in the position. Her legs are stretched apart, but they could be wider. The pipes are adjusted to expose her more. A giant black phalus enters her gash. Her legs are spread to an obscene angle. Her ass is beautifully exposed, ripe for some punishment. A strap, a cane, another BBC in her asshole. She cries and screams as she's used for the perverse pleasures of her captor.

Sailor Luna has been convicted of a serious crime. Her sentence was several years in a maximum security prison. The judge offered an alternative and Luna gladly accepted. Sailor Luna had seen the Wheel of Torment show before. She knew how rough it could be, but it seemed better than prison. She may not feel the same after filming. Strapped to the wheel she was spun four times to determine her fate. Each spin would mean a different challenge. The challenges themselves were horrible. The orgasm challenge required being stripped in front of a live audience and try to cum in ten minutes. Each minute elapsed was another punishment point.

London River is an expert trainer, but Lydia is just too much of a brat for her to handle so she calls in a friend for a few pointers. Putting it in its place is the first step. We don't talk to it. We don't let it talk to us. We make it wear a thick heavy metal collar and we make it play fetch. Vanity is in opposition to obedience. Obedience requires selflessness. Once it no longer sees itself as important we can see the beauty of obedience emerge. To remove the importance of self we must make it feel ugly. When it finally recognizes its place as property it must be retrained to feel pain. It will learn to be used for our pleasure.

London said she'd be here, but there's just this creepy dude wanting me to come inside his house. Supposedly London is in there. I should probably just leave, but I can't abandon a friend in need. It's getting really late and I need to get to work. The sun is almost down. Maybe I'll just knock on the door. If she doesn't come out I'm leaving. London is feeling ill. The guy wants me to help coax her from the bathroom to my car. I'll just see if I can get her out of there. That's all, just a quick conversation, then I'm gone. Why does my head hurt? What happened? Did he hit me with a pipe? Why can't I move? All I can taste is metal. Oh SHIT! I gotta get out of here! This is so fucked up! I keep thinking I see London, but she's not really there. She looks sad. What happened to her. He says she's dead. Is it her ghost? Was that Stephie Staar's ghost I saw in the car? I guess I'm dead now too. London is so beautiful. I've always wanted to make out with her.We can do whatever we want. This is actually pretty great!

After a day of working hard for her money Victoria comes home to her boyfriend. She's just spent all her energy catering to her clients' needs. She'd like to sit down with her partner and relax, but of course he puts his needs first. The mere mention of her job makes him sneer. What started as an exhausting argument turns into a nightmarish exchange as he exerts his animalistic strength. She's trapped and he is going to take every pleasure in punishing her for the way she makes the money that he steals from her. Her mind is her money maker, but just like any man he thinks it's her body. None-the-less he's going to ruin her body. He hangs her by her pussy on a hook and then puts acid cream on her labia. Other men might want to fuck her, but she'll never want her cunt touched again.

Water is one of those forces of nature that can truly test a person. It's part of who we are, but it's also something to truly fear. Kate embraces that challenge. First she needs to be properly suited for the event so OT undresses her. Of course he takes liberties with her sexy body.

Dresden is caught in two sets of stocks. One holds her ankles and one holds her wrists and neck. She's made to stand while her clothes are ripped from her body, while her nose is hooked, while she's whipped to tears. Her body is exposed and she's violated. One of her best features is on the chopping block next. Her ass is exposed and it too must face an assault. The whip makes her cry and scream. She's brought to the edge of her limits. The stocking covers her entire body. The black ropes run tightly around her body. The knots bite in to her tender flesh. Her face is wrapped in thin rope. She's pulled into a tight hogtie.

Alice is a special sort of creature. Being naked in front of the camera is embarrassing for her. He makes her strip for him. She overcomes her humiliation for his pleasure. She tries to hide her face. The embarrassment turns her on. She rubs herself. He wraps her in leather so tight she has trouble breathing. She endures for his amusement. He hooks her ass with metal while she blackens his boots. She does a good job and is given the reward of an orgasm. It's not easy for her. She has to expose herself to do it. As she rubs her clit for him she cries sweet tears of humiliation. Suffering for his amusement is a mixed treat for Alice. She loves the pain, she loves the pleasure she sees in his eyes, but she must endure a lot for him. He spreads her legs in an impossible split. She's so exposed. Then he hurts her.

Being an adult talent agent is a difficult job. Booking talent to fuck every other guy except yourself. "Why don't I get any pussy?" All those beautiful women coming through the office. You do all the work for them and what thanks do you get? 10 – 15 percent of their income? That's not enough.

They LAUGHED at me! "Crazy River" they called me! They won't be laughing when they see my creation! When they see what he's capable of. I brought him back to life. He was scared at first, but then he became playful. So what if he was a little too playful, a little too strong for his own good. He overpowered me. My naked body stirred something in his primal brain. His huge cock grew and sought out my wet holes. Can you really blame him? He doesn't know any better. His brain is a little damaged. He doesn't know that putting a live leech in me is not good for me. He doesn't know how to perform open heart surgery properly. My only hope is that he's as cruel to my enemies as he was to me.

In this sequel to Supple Restraints Luna is bound with only metal. These restraints are harsh and unforgiving. Each position is unyielding. Luna struggles, but there is very little option for her. Each movement is painful and tiring. Bound in this way she is completely at the mercy of her captor. He removes her clothes without any fight from luna. She just lays there as he exposes her. If she could move she probably wouldn't though. It's clear she's enjoying her ordeal. The tight fittings Luna is bound with can be arranged in various ways. Exploring each and what new level of hell each one is is exciting and tormenting for Luna. She has no option to evade when a giant dildo penetrates her from behind.

No one questions authority. When an officer comes to your door you let him in. He says he's there to check for prowlers, but he seems more interested in checking out your body. His eyes caress your taut body. Once you're in his clutches he savors his prey. Your fear, your desperation, your tears, your screams, music to his ears. You're not a person to him. You're just prey. Just another victim. Cops are all the same. Letting their authority go to their heads. Bellah is brutalized, beaten, and violated. She's doing her best to fight back. It takes a lot to hold it together while her captor abuses her. Finally she snaps. Her body goes limp. The pain no longer registers. She's been broken. Time to reward her.

Jobs are not easy to find. When I find one I do my best to keep it. Sometimes nothing I do is good enough. I got a job cleaning some dude's house. He was kind of a creep. He kept trying to get me to wear some skimpy maid costume. I should have just worn the stupid thing. Now he's got videos of me doing things I shouldn't have been doing at work. He held it over my head, made me wear the maid outfit, put a metal gag in my mouth, made me drool all over myself. No job is worth what he's put me through. If I thought he'd let me leave I'd quit. He tells me I'm worthless. He's long since broken my will. He does what he wants with my body. I'll do as he says and maybe he won't hurt me. bad.