Little Miss Chaos returns to ShadowSlaves for an emotionally forced exploration of submission. She has been with us for long enough now to know that there is no point in hoping for mercy, or trying to resist her fate. As she is blindfolded with bandages and plasters she withdraws into an internal world of pure obedience and suffering. You could be forgiven for thinking she is taking the whole experience in her stride, as she take an initial beating and tight boob bondage in stoic silence, but as clothspins bite into her balloons and tender bush, and leather straps and floggers pound her body, her very real suffering becomes apparent, through quiet sobbing as she screams hopelessly to herself with never a flinch or attempt at self preservation.
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