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’s her own weight this applies the pressure against her muzzle. PD ignores her except to raise her up a small in number greater amount inches, increasing the drag downward. It’s nothing beyond the shadow of a doubt, a elementary matter of mathematics.
A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of vagina 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 this little tuft of vulva hair. Then she’s turned so that gal faces the wall. The whip targets her ass and back. And as damsel fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her body is good-looking in profile as cutie strains against the metal and gravity.
Erika’s wrists are shackled behind and bound to a thick, scratchy rope that’s dragged through her crotch (a dirty little agony) and tied upward. Teat grips pull her tits up as well. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the ache 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 hollows. Then a cane smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a constant stream of yells, like some secretive animal this bawls all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Immediately her load rests there upon her cunt. Gravity wins.
Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika’s kisser open. Drool runs from her lips to her vagina where white vagina juice wets her hole. The fuck appliance stands at the willing. She’s positioned and thrusted, as though it is her vulva that serves the machinery. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika’s cries create such a clamor.
He’s done with her now. The gadget 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 uninterrupted stream of noise prolongs, more distant now. Far away. A world separately.

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

Video clip size: 113.0 MB