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Added: August 11, 2018 |
Category: Bondage
It all started with her interrogation that a few weeks ago, how he ruined her. Nevertheless, it’s always about more than just torment, isn’t it? He can’t stop thinking about her. At the underworld of his mind, he hunts for the perfect device, a symbiosis of alloy, gears, along with female flesh. The device is pristine, slick, diabolical – exceptionally crafted for its objective. Some machines are designed to terrorize with their look. Not one. It insures accessibility. Like certain species of spiders, then the limbs are stored in line with the body. That is how it is when he straps her ankles, neck, and wrists. She’s made by rubber a blindfold that smears out her eyes and cheeks. The rubber gag obliterates her mouth. He spreads the arms and thighs , click, click. With an electric drill, then he increases the tension on her limbs, yanking them painfully tight. At precisely the same inexorable, mechanical fashionthat he illuminates the collar in her throat. She emits a strangled gurgle. In the war between flesh and metal, the dwelling constantly loses.Now he whips her with cable. She grits her teeth . She has not learned how to let the pain flow from the stage of firethrough the backbone, along with the surface of the skull. Even a vibrator and cane excite her concurrently. She is trapped in the heaven and hell. When she begs to come, he whacks her harder. It is all about balance, this instruction. Finally, she waits to return back again. In a bored voice, he allows it. And he says he’s tired. Let the machines do ithe says.The sound of a fucking machine. It revs inside her cunt. Even a vibrator hums against her glistening clit. Her palms open as though beseeching, like increased in prayer. Nonetheless, it’s really good. She is in the grip of this device no nerves, no desires, no needs. It couldn’t care less about this woman strapped to its rear. It merely keeps fucking. |
