Still at the Farm
Darkly sensual, hauntingly erotic, 831 flows through damage like dream. As she suffers, she grows more desirable, riding him as he strangles her, her face showing a mixture of want, composure, and harm. Caning, fucking and choking create a volatile mix. And at the end, he seals her body into a rubber body sack with a stim in her cunt. He restricts her breathing and leaves her to writhe. In a small bedroom, her neck is tied so that her throat presses against the metal bed frame. Her nipples are clamped directly to the frame also. Her labia are clamped and spread. He slaps her face back and forth repeatedly. He fingers her pussy. With her arms still bound into the upper harness, her thighs are bound to her ankles. The noose about her neck draws her up onto her knees. He lies on the bed, gazing at her, then ties her breasts, flicking her nipples until they go hard. Pushed onto her face, she’s fucked from behind then made to sit upon him. He lifts her up and down with the noose, fucking her that way. He dresses her in white high heels and stands her on her feet, again with the noose. He fondles her. She hangs on the rope, limp with want. Her calves, thighs, and ass are caned as she’s strangled. She coughs, dangling upon her toes. Zipped into a black rubber body sack, she’s fitted with a stim in her cunt. A clear rubber hood encases her head. Electricity fries her cunt. She writhes and weeps. He kisses her in her agony. He restricts her air. Rubber collapses against her face. The stim ramps up. Her screams grow frantic. At the end, she lies still, her face obscured, her body deathly still.
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