At the Farm
129. What a nice, tight, hot body –filled with defiance and rage. PD locks her in the Garrote for a little softening up, but she only gets more defiant, more silent. In full metal restraint with steel locked in her cunt, she dances on her toes. A fiberglass cane slashes her skin. The harder he pushes, the more silent she becomes. As though she’s disintegrating. Piece by piece. Until there’s nothing left. Nothing. It starts with PD showing 129 the barn, the cages, the wall hung with shackles and chain. And then the Garrote. He seats her in place and handcuffs her wrists behind the post. The Garrote tightens over her neck. A rusty, thick metal chastity belt hangs in front of her face as though taunting her. Her ankles are locked into the leg spreader. He plays with her pussy until her panties get wet. A slim fiberglass cane slashes at her thighs, her tits. She’s a silent one. She won’t answer simple questions. He calls it a nasty streak and spits water into her face. But it’s clear, his infatuation with her, how he moans as he tightens the Garrote around her neck, as he cuts off her shirt, as he forces her to ask for him to cane her cunt instead of her tits. “Please rub my cunt.” She says it through clenched teeth. And when he pushes her harder, asking if she wants something inside of her there, her reply is a snarl. Now the rest of her clothes are cut off. Mr. Pogo fucks her. The metal chastity belt is locked around her waist and into her crotch, holding steel in her cunt. Her meaty pussy blossoms, pushing out of a slit in the metal. He invites her to his bed. Dead silence. So he gags and muzzles her for the night. She fights it. She whines. But she doesn’t give in. He leaves her. The lights go out. Morning. Bird song. She’s released from the Garotte and lifted off her seat, her wrists in strappado. Then she’s standing. Her ankles, waist, pussy, wrists, elbows, neck, and mouth are all locked in heavy, unremitting metal. A chain runs from ankles to waist to elbows to neck, then above. He brings her up on her toes with a chain locked to the metal in her mouth. He canes her ass. She dances on her toes, trying to rub his cock with a hand quite crippled by metal. He canes her rapidly, wickedly. PD takes her for a walk in her metal, leading her to a “bed”, a metal grate. He makes her lie upon it. As he canes her, she becomes more withdrawn, more silent, disintegrating. Her mouth is chained to the corner of the bed. He rubs her clit. She doesn’t respond. She’s hollow. Empty. Gone.
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