There’s always a price for love, especially love for this kind of intense Play. In the case of kali, she’s in way over her head.
Kali’s shackled motionless inside the pivot cage. Just ask any torturer. Force a person into an impossible position and don’t let her move for hours. Something snaps in the mind. J shocks her with a taser. She screams, but what’s the use? Kali begs for water. He pivots her - face up. A dog bowl full of ice sits on the cage. He slips each shard of ice into her cunt, one after another. Tears run down her face. As the ice melts, it pours out her pussy back into the dog bowl that he’s placed on the floor below her. He makes her drink.
A fucking machine waits. The Fucker looks like something from Giger, as though when you enter here, you’re crossing a line into an alien darkness. Kali is caned, vibrated, and fucked, all at the same time.
Now strapped spread eagle to PD’s elegant Spider, kali’s large breasts are ballooned. PD tickles her. She doesn’t quite laugh, doesn’t quite scream. He tilts her head down, pressing his crotch in her mouth. Whipping her pussy, he gets the pleasure of her screams rippling against his cock. He tightens her further, as easy as tightening a screw. Her arms, her legs, her neck. And he canes her as he vibrates her. She begs to come. He says, I don’t care if you come or not. As for kali, she’s slipped into some crack right at the edge. And she’s sliding, dropping. She knows it. She’s fucked.
Afterward, she’s shaking all over. It was intense, she says. Crazy intense. She’s got a thousand yard stare. The dark side of ecstasy.
The jewel in the crown.
