Processed | Erika Kole BDSM
Genres: BDSM, Torture, Debasement, Bondage, Caning
Video language: English

Gravity plus mass plus steel equals a vicious torment.

As everyone at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own load that applies the pressure against her throat. PD ignores her except to raise her up a few more inches, increasing the drag downward. It’s nothing indeed, a unsophisticated matter of mathematics.

A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of peach hair. PD shreds Erika’s T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and torso, and at that little tuft of rose hair. Then she’s turned so that she faces the wall. The whip targets her bum and back. And as she fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her skin is cute in profile as she strains against the metal and gravity.

Erika’s wrists are shackled behind and bound to a thick, scratchy cord that’s dragged through her crotch (a slutty little agony) and bound upward. Teat grips pull her titties up as well. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a skin.

A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her cavities. Then a cane smacks her bottom, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a constant stream of bawls, like some secretive animal that screams all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there upon her peach. Gravity wins.

Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika’s muzzle open. Drool runs from her lips to her rose where white pussy juice wets her hollow. The fucking machinery stands at the prepared. She’s positioned and punctured, as though it’s her cunny that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika’s bawls create such a clamor.

He’s done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slides along a rail till it hangs over an awaiting box. Erika’s dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe screwed in location. Erika’s non-stop stream of noise prolongs, more distant now. Far away. A world apart.

Format: true
Duration: 34:53
Video: 640×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

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Video clip size: 113.0 MB

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