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Added: April 11, 2020 |
Category: Bondage
It all the way he ruined her. Nevertheless, it’s always about more than simply torment? He can not stop thinking about her. From the underworld of the mind, he searches for a symbiosis of metal the best equipment, gears, and flesh. The machine is pristine diabolical – exceptionally crafted. Some machines are meant to terrorize by their look. Not one. It insures availability. The limbs have been retained in keeping. That is how it is when he straps her legs, neck, and wrists down. Rubber made her faceless. The rubber gag obliterates her mouth. He spreads the arms and legs click, click, click. With an electric drill, he raises the strain on her limbs, pulling them painfully tight. At precisely the exact mechanical fashionthat the collar in her neck illuminates. She’s a gurgle. In the warfare between flesh and metal, the living constantly loses.Now he whips her with cable. She grits her teeth against it. She has not learned how to allow the pain flow out of the point of fire, up through the backbone, along with the surface of the skull. Even a vibrator and cane excite her . She’s trapped in both hell and heaven. He whacks her harder when she begs to come. It’s about balance, this teaching. She waits to return back again. In a voice, it is allowed by him. And then he says he’s tired. Let the machines do it, he says.The noise of a fucking machine. It revs inside her cunt. Even a vibrator hums from her clit. Her hands open as though beseeching, like raised in prayer. However, it’s no good. She is in the machine’s grip no nerves, no desires, no needs. It couldn’t care less about that girl. It keeps fucking. |
2020-04-11
