Wrenched
Cherrytorn endures an extravagance of metal. At first it’s nothing but yards of chain wrapped through her mouth, circling her throat, pinning her elbows and wrists and ankles, and through her crotch. It’s nothing really. A little pain here, another pain there. But as time passes, there’s a slow degradation of the will – the dry hard smack of pain inside the skull. She’s made to shuffle back and forth, back and forth. Thick metal collar, shackles at her ankles, a double shackle couples her wrists. Metal bit in her mouth, metal belt, and a long wooden dildo locked inside of her. Chain jangles as she shuffles and turns. Heavy balls of steel attached to each ankle add to her misery. He whips her tits with a wire cane. She groans with each step, pacing her rings of Hell. Now she lies upon his metal bed, her ankles in stocks. She’s wiped down with alcohol, a ritual cleansing. The tip of the cattle prod delivers terrifying caresses as it roams her body. He slides his hand inside her – loosening. That is the goal of her new torment. The loosening of her pussy. A large long wooden shaft, cool and tranquil, slides into the heat of her cunt. He gives her a vibrator and tells her to excite herself. Because it will loosen her further. And he keeps pushing the dildo deeper, and then again, deeper. Her neck is chained to the head of the bed. Then he turns a crank, lifting the metal grate upon which she lies so that her head is raised. Her weight shifts. Her body sags. Deeper goes the dildo. She’s widened. Cherrytorn explodes into orgasm – an orgasm for agony by agony and because of agony. A metal gag forces her mouth into a perfect O. Now he has her creeping about on all fours. He leads her by a double-hole hook and leaves her positioned over a bed of spikes. They are like creatures that live without light, these two – Cherrytorn and PD. They feel their way through the dark by the shock of ecstasy and the heat of pain.
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