Studio: Insex
Genres: BDSM, Ultimate Bondage, Domination, Fetish, Humiliation, Beating, Rubber
Video language: English
He thinks of them as turkeys.To him these chicks are nothing more than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a man who loves newest meat. Hence= it begins. They are naked, his chicks. There are three of them. He has them in his hunting cabin. Their arms are tied up behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A few feet of strap run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one another.
He sits. He tells them about a turkey shoot. As he talks, he assembles his gun. Their little cries and whimpers escalate. Who could have known? One minute you are just walking your dog or sipping coffee in your house. And the next thing you know, you are bare. And he has a gun. And there is truly nothing else to do, is there?
When he tells you to run. You run like hell.
He drags them outside and unchains them and starts spewing out pellets, scaring them up good. After all, he wants to be challenged. He’s looking for sport, just a little entertainment. They run through the woods all in a flurry, screaming, squawking. Open season on damsel.
The blond is the first to drop. He takes the others down too, the brunette and the black-haired girl. The marks of paintball drip down their soft flesh in red trails. It is quiet in the woods. Their bodies lie still, white, silent.
They are side by side in the back of his truck, all on their stomachs, all in hogties, all gagged. They rock back and forth on tied hooters, bouncing with the bounce of the truck. They make a flurry of terrified chirps. He stops the truck and opens the back gate. To each pair of ankles, he attaches a rope. Then he moves the truck forward so that they are dragged out of the back by the ankles. He hoists each of them up, their bodies hanging upside down in the middle of the woods. He smacks asses. He plays with their hooters and nipples, taut from the cold. His rough fingers twist and knead, doing with them whatever he wants.
Evening comes. A fire burns beside a pond. All three girls are standing, restrained tightly together at the neck, hobbled this way, moaning, whimpering in the cold. They shuffle close to the fire. But soon it is too hot. They jostle back and forth, boob to hooter, their skin luminous in the dark.
He arrives with a metal grill that he sets on two posts. It is in the shape of a skin. He tells them they have to decide who is going to be cooked tonight. It is for them to decide. They moans. They scream, moving backward, clustered together, the human cook basket waiting.
The blond is chosen. She is locked into the rungs of the frame, her legs spread, arms locked behind her back, and a metal bar thrust into her pussy. It keeps her very still, so that the fire can do its work. She breathes hard as the heat grows, baking, her chest heaving. The other two vixens are given the task of making sure she’s roasted beautiful and even. Her flesh goes red. Please hurry, she says, please, please hurry. Herefore they turn her so she can cook the other side and beg to be turned once more. An apple is shoved into the blond’s mouth. She is quieter now. As though she is giving up, letting go. As though she can forget her skin. She is basted and barbecued, her round hooters smeared with sauce, dripping down into the fire. Fluid drips from her knees.
The flush of her body may remind him of the pink inner shine of peach. When the lips are spread and wet, just before the plunge, and now the scent can sometimes be smoky.
Format: real
Duration: 34:35
Video: 424×240, RV30
Audio: 62kbps
File size: 87.2 MB
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