Erika Kole in Infernalrestraints Processed March 23, 2007 Bondage, Kinky Fetish

Gravity plus steel plus mass equals a vicious torment. PD preps Erika, locking her and leaving to languish as everybody at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot. Her neck is clamped within a collar. Her wrists, she pulled up into a trying strappado behind her, and keep her on her feet. It is her own weight that applies the pressure from her throat. PD ignores her except to raise up her a couple more inches, increasing the drag. It’s nothing a matter of math. A set of scissors snips at her tuft of pussy hair. PD shreds the T-shirt of Erika. Snip goes her bra. The trick of a singletail rips in the small tuft of hair and chest, and at her tummy. Subsequently she’s turned so that she strikes the wall. The whip goals back and her ass . And as she fusses, trying to pull away in the tip of the whip, her arches. Her body is amazing in profile as she strains against the metallic along with also gravity.Erika’s wrists are shackled supporting and attached into a thick, scratchy rope that’s dragged through her crotch (a nasty little distress ) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull up her tits . Takes its toll, as a sublime moment of fact, of inhabiting a body the annoyance. A apparatus makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with wrists and her head locked in shares. His palms investigate her holes. Subsequently a cane destroys her buttocks, thighs, buttocks and feet. Erika keeps a continuous stream of cries up, such as some secretive animal that cries. A board slides between her thighs. The ray beneath her feet is removed. Her burden rests there upon her cunt. Gravity wins.Hanging at a really small cage, a dental gag holds Erika’s mouth open. Drool runs out of her lips to her cunt where snowy pussy juice wets her pit. Even the machine stands in the ready. She’s positioned and penetrated, as though it is. It pounds off in of her. And Erika’s shouts make this a clamor.He’s done with her now. The machine is silent. The crate slides across a railing until it hangs over a box that is awaiting. Erika’s dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams closed, latched, and a breathing pipe clad in place. The steady stream of sound of erika goes on, more distant today. Far away. A universe apart.