Skythe returns in an article filled with predicament bondage and the zing of electricity. She begins naked, her arms bound behind. Her left ankle and toe are tied to a very tightly ballooned left breast. Her right leg is lifted, pulling her off balance and the rope is run through a pulley and tied to her other breast, so taut it looks to pop. The dark skin of her fleshy labia sets off her genitals from her lighter complexion, making the inner skin of her clit appear doubly pink. He packs her mouth with cloth until she chokes, her cheeks fattened like a chipmunk. A cane aims for the back of her thigh, zeroing in on her “sweet spot,” then poking her pussy and rapping her toes. Her distended breasts gleam, the areolas of her nipples shiny, spreading like spilled wine from her taut nipples. A black dildo pushes into her cunt, her dark labia kissing the shiny dildo. He vibrates her to ejaculation, fluid squirting out of her, pooling about her ass.
She is bound in a sitting position, her hands in black leather mitts, her arms strapped behind her with leather. The ankles are strapped together crossed. He tells her to move over to her cunt spot. She slides an inch at a time. A few zaps from the cattle prod encourages her. Both breasts are tied off with rubber tubing, achieving maximum compression. Her ankles are bound into suspension straps. As she is lifted from the floor, we can see the wide, dark smear of her genitals. A short length of PVC pipe is tied into her mouth, making it a round hole. Her breasts are stretched downward and tied to her hair. Mr. Pogo plunges inside of her and is tied to a piece of tubing going from knee to knee so that it stays in place. The vibrator targets her clit again. She twists her body in the air, reacting to the simultaneous application of the vibrator and the cattle prod.
She is bound in black leather straps, her torso practically fused to her thighs by the strapping. Her arms are bound behind her. A leather strap is buckled into her mouth. Her wrists are raised and attached to the strap in her mouth. She can barely move. He spanks her and zaps her with the cattle prod, electricity snapping with each touch. He makes full use of the cane on her thighs and feet. Her face blazes as red as her pussy. Lying on her side, a shiny trail of fluid drips from her cunt.
Now she has company. Skythe is her knees, her head against the floor. Her ankles are in metal stocks, spread, her wrists locked into the stocks beside either ankle. In front of her, 202 is bound on her knees, a rope about her neck. They talk.
Do you know what he’s going to do to us? 202 asks.
I’ve been here forever, Skythe says.
He brings in jumper cables, attaching the black and red poles to 202’s nipples. These are plugged into an audio stim placed near Skythe’s mouth. Skythe screams when her ass is smacked with a leather paddle. 202’s nipples receive a jolt of electricity. The result is a crescendo of reactive cries, muffled squeals, and sobs. After he leaves, they lie their heads against one another, as though to comfort.
The final position is of Skythe standing, her ankles separated by a spreader bar, her wrists in a difficult strappado. The red ballgag in her mouth matches the bright red of her hair. 202 stands, a rope about her neck to keep her upright, her wrists bound behind her back, her knees spread with a bar. A rope from her wrists is fed through her pussy to a pulley and down to Skythe’s wrists. Clamps attached to Skythe’s nipples are tied off on the spreader bar between 202’s knees. Yet another rope leads from Skythe’s waist, through her pussy and upward, pulling her backward, stretching her nipples. 202 is pulled further off balance, her clit tortured by rope. They appear as two puppets attached to strings, dancing a tormented dance, singing a freakish song of moans and grunts.
