Processed - Erika Kole

Jun 132025

Gravity plus mass plus steel equals a vicious anguish.
As everybody 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 behindhand her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her mouth. PD ignores her except to raise her up a small in number more inches, increasing the drag downward. It’s nothing really, a elementary matter of mathematics.
A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of cunny hair. PD shreds Erika’s T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and chest, and at that little tuft of cunt hair. Then she’s turned so this female faces the wall. The flog targets her ass and back. And as maiden fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the lash, her back arches. Her flesh is cute in profile as cutie strains against the metal and gravity.
Erika’s wrists are shackled behind and fixed to a thick, scratchy cord that’s dragged through her crotch (a filthy little agony) and fastened upward. Nipp clamps pull her tits up likewise. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a flesh.
A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a rod smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a ceaseless stream of weeps, like some secretive animal this moans all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam under her feet is removed. Now her load rests there upon her vulva. Gravity wins.
Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika’s throat open. Drool runs from her lips to her pussy where white pussy juice wets her cavity. The bang appliance stands at the in readiness. She’s positioned and pierced, as although it is her pussy this serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika’s moans create such a clamor.
He’s done with her now. The mechanism is silent. The cage slides along a rail until 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 endless stream of noise continues, more distant instantly. Far away. A world separately.

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