Channeling The Marquis De Sade
Lots of energy and lots of pain games. Catherine dives recklessly into her headspace, dropping headlong into the eye of a storm. Pd manhandles her. He attaches the hoist to the rope that ties her wrists to her neck and punches her in the stomach. He kicks her. He pummels her with Mr. Pogo. Catherine eats it up.
A metal gag goes deep into the back of Catherine’s mouth, pressing down the tongue. Drool runs everywhere. PD hoists her onto her toes with the gag. He’s relentless, locking her head and wrists in stocks. A cane, singletail, a pussy whip. As time goes on, there isn’t much PD doesn’t hurt her with. He clamps her labia to Mr. Pogo then gets her off. But Catherine forgot to ask permission.
Her ass hangs down through a hole. She’s hooded and locked in place. She’s caned, smothered, and caned again as wire hooks twist her face into a freaky clownish grin. Mr. Pogo desecrates her ass, held in place by labia clamps again. She’s vibrated as he canes her labia. She comes big.
Then she’s upside down with her ass up in the air. He canes her with a vengeance. I’m sorry, she screams over and over. I’m sorry, sorry, sorry.