Processed - Erika Kole
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 weight 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 really, a simple matter of mathematics.
A pair of scissors snips at
her tuft of
pussy 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
pussy hair. Then
she's turned so that
she faces the wall. The whip targets
her ass and back. And as
she fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip,
her back arches.
Her body is
beautiful in profile as
she strains against the metal and gravity.
Erika's wrists are shackled behind and tied to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged through
her crotch (a nasty little agony) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull
her tits up also. Gravity
takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a body.
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 cane smacks
her ass, thighs, and
feet. Erika keeps up a continuous
stream of cries, 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 cunt. Gravity wins.
Hanging in a very
small cage, a dental gag holds Erika's
mouth open. Drool runs from
her lips to
her cunt where white
pussy juice wets
her hole. The
fucking machine stands at the ready.
She's positioned and penetrated, as though it is
her cunt that serves the
machine. It pounds away inside of
her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.
He's done with
her now. The
machine 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 place. Erika's constant
stream of noise goes on, more distant now. Far away. A world apart.
Format: real
Duration: 34:53
Video: 640x480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps
File size: 113.0 MB
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