Matt wants to stick his dick into Cherry Torn. It is obvious why. Her tits are big and inviting. She has a beautiful face. Her body is fit as a fiddle and it just needs to be played. Her face is where most of the fun will happen. Cherry is an expert cock sucker. Unfortunately she is not quite good enough to fully entertain us. We need to see her suffer, too, if we are really going to enjoy her. Sharp canings, intense orgasms and brutal breast bondage are all in her future.
She’s straining, dancing on her tiptoes in the barn. Two tight balloons of flesh bauble on her chest – her breasts bound tight with leather. They’re attached to a hoist. Her elbows and wrists have been bound behind her back. He shoves a bed of spikes beneath her delicate feet. She’s strapped into part of a metal bondage chair, leaning forward, her head bound tight to a metal bar. Her ass juts out. With her wrists and ankles locked in institutional restraints, she sits in tyler’s trolley, her head locked in stocks. A tent caterpillar slowly crawls along her skin. At first it’s only one worm. Then two. Before long, he’s dumping a whole nest of worms on her face. A ring gag holds her mouth open. She cries, exhausted. After all, it’s been four long days. It’s the worms that finally push Cherry Torn over the edge.
Cherry Torn lies on her back in a copper tub, her wrists and ankles cuffed to the grate chained over the top. In the room surrounding her tub, shut off valves and hoses attach to the walls. It’s clear this room has a special use. He sits on top of the tub, his dick dropping through the grate. Tongue my asshole, he says. Get me hard, but if I get bored, see those electrodes over there? He blasts her pussy with a hard stream of water. The tub slowly fills. As she gasps for air, breathing through a tube, he fucks her with Mr. Pogo. She’s locked onto a bed wearing a canvas hood and a strait jacket with so many straps, it’s a bondage lover’s dream.
Cherry Torn is the perfect slave as PD mixes up a heady brew of cock play and Insex style Bdsm. He dresses her in a chastity belt, painfully high heels, and metal cuffs. Chaining her neck to the ceiling, he peruses Bdsm porn on his laptop. She suffers perfectly. His footsteps pound the stairs to the basement. He lifts a wooden door. She’s in a cage in the floor, a ring gag in her mouth. Cherrytorn lies helpless as he pisses on her, using her for his urinal. Her neck is locked to the wall so that she chokes just a little, drooling from a metal bit. Tears run down her face. PD splays her out with her toes barely touching the floor. He zips a skintight hood on her head and bolts a dildo into her cunt.
Cherry Torn was groomed in a very special era of BDSM exploration. There aren’t too many like her. She’s the kind of woman you put a metal head cage on in stocks and leg spreader. The kind you torment for your jollies. She takes it all. Sitting on a stool her anus receives several large steel balls on a stick. This elicits a scream. She’s not unhappy with the pain, but pain is pain after all. She suffers beautifully as he transitions her from one painful position to the next. Suspended in a steel contraption with a tight leather collar Cherry is again penetrated. This time it’s more than just a dildo.
