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Her wrists are cuffed and hoisted high behind her. She’s hooded and shackled. PD lets her fuss and sweat for a while. After some caning and a little breathplay, Kendra’s allowed to sit. This is the real beginning, when the torment starts. Hundreds of spikes on the seat, back, and arm rests of the chair bite into her soft flesh.A metal collar attached to the chair immobilizes her neck. When she refuses to drink from a water bottle, a harness is strapped onto her head, a tube inserted into her mouth. He pours water into a funnel, choking her. She complains that she has to pee. It dribbles out from the crotch of her pantyhose, pattering against the metal of a bucket beneath her.Her back is chained tightly to the spikes of the chair. Mr. Pogo fucks her mouth and cunt, and a vibrator hums against her pussy. She tries to stay still, but it’s impossible. The spikes make multiple marks on her skin. She comes, mewing like a cat.Chained to a metal bed, she can’t get comfortable. He thrusts her pelvis upward with a huge block of wood. Whipped on her pussy then vibrated, her body twists and pulls against the chains. She gulps at the air. Kendra comes again, her pussy flushed and rosy.
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