Princess Donna Live, Part 2
Donna’s six hour ordeal relentlessly continues. What was simple pain and discomfort earlier has now become agony and torment.
With her legs spread wide, she is perched astride the roof of a dog house. The rough wood bites into the soft flesh between her thighs as all her weight presses down on her cunt. cyd clamps her tits hard and whips them over and over as angry red welts rise up and darken. He lets Sarah loose for a moment so she can smoke a cigarette and ash in Donna’s mouth, nicely held open with a clear drool inducing gag.
Donna is taken off the dog house and strapped to a standing rack. She’s pulled up to her tip toes for a serious machine fucking session, followed by a short reprieve in order to turn the tables on Sarah.
Donna soon finds herself in the most severe and vulnerable position of the day: On display, strapped to a device high in the air, bent over at the waist, breasts hanging down, arms strappado, and knees spread wide with ass bared. She hears the swoosh of the rods in the air behind her as cyd takes some warm up strokes and her eyes widen. She knows she’s in for an intense caning finale.
