Darcia returned to take her chance in the RELOADED version of your favorite pain game, in which the player can draw a new card once each round for an additional 10 strokes. However, the now card is final. The rest of the rules remain unchanged: “The player must distribute 100 strokes among 5 body parts. Each round is slightly changed by a “lucky card” that the player draws.” This time the two sexy dominas are Amanda and Tatjana.
925 MB | 1280 x 720 | mp4 | 00:55:46
The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark again.
I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as he throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend TYLER is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself.
I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when he nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. He touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then he drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream in ecstasy.
I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. He strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and he looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch TYLER writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough.
The last thing I recall: he is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think he said. He covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. He brings TYLER out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, he unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then he walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a dream. Right?
2.56 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 01:13:11
This little session of agony could have been called all sorts of things. Things like, “A Bitch Screaming,” or “Constant Pain,” or “How The Fuck Can She Take So Much Abuse?” You get the idea. This is not so much about it being electric torture, as it is just Filth in agony for an extended period of time. Think evil experiment or political prisoner type torture, where the bitch bound to that cot really makes no difference. Her suffering is immaterial to the question of how much she can take simply because she is going to take it. So, really, who cares. (Well, she might, but you understand, what she thinks, feels, suffers, does not really matter.)
Filth was already very battered prior to this, you can see her tortured, bruised, welted udders. She is close to being wrecked, broken, turned into nothing, which is what she is, after all.
This transcends mere torture, it is about seeing how low a worthless animal can be driven. Of course, worthless is not exactly accurate. This cunthole does have some worth. It’s worth is exactly the amount of entertainment you receive watching her brutal, agonizing, destruction.
2.06 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:28:42
The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark again.
I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as he throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself.
I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when he nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. He touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then he drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream in ecstasy.
I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. He strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and he looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough.
The last thing I recall: he is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think he said. He covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. He brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, he unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then he walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a dream. Right?
1.15 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:32:34
BDSM, Cruel Expression, Restraints, Training, Hardcore, Enema, Humiliation, Outdoor, Abuse
1.11 GB | 640 x 480 | mp4 | 01:37:23
We have already well established It as a gimp. I mean, just look at it. Clearly, gimp.
Used like a gimp, kept as a gimp, tortured as a gimp. It even pisses like a gimp.
But sometimes gimps can be even more fun, and by fun we mean, her agony is more fun for you and others to watch. That is what is happening here with It.
This is a cruel, punishing session for the bitch and we think you are going to love it. To start, the cunt has been in her cage for a while so when she comes out, the first order of business is for her to piss in her bucket – a humiliating ordeal for It.
After that, the real fun begins as she is strapped into a straight jacket, sans tit-coverings leaving her whore-udders out for more abuse. From there the suffering only gets worse for this cunt. It is a Straight Jacket Gimp.
1.63 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:22:43
Raven The Whore learned what agony truly is, more than just pain, more than just abuse, more than just the humiliation of being tortured. As she puts it, “this steals your soul.”
And that is what happens in HELL! when this little cunt with the huge tits learns what it is to suffer under the soul stealing prison strap.
Raven The Whore’s Stolen Soul, don’t miss it.
And be sure to stick around after the video to watch her interview about what it is like to be tortured in HELL!
1.65 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:23:01
His has a little something for everyone. It is a piece of meat, an object, of course. But you already knew that. What you may not know is It constantly craves crueler and crueler treatment. You might say there is no depth to which It will not sink.
Along those lines, the cunt is in the dungeon, right where she belongs, chained and strapped to the torture board where the real abuse begins. To start with, she is gimped, as always, and along the way she is fucked with a fucking machine, her feet are caned bastinado style, and then the bitch is waterboarded.
There is, of course much more, but this is a horrific, brutal, sadistic session for a masochistic piece off meat. Your really don’t want to miss this.
It in Dungeon Torture and so much more.
1.93 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:26:53
This bitch has “Fearless” tattooed on her slutty body, which is a good thing because it takes a lot of courage to come to HELL! knowing the outcome is going to be pain, degradation, abuse, and exhibitionism. All the things we live for.This was actually Abby Marie’s very first few minutes in HELL! and it did not take long for BrutalMaster to string her up and get to work on her.Her pathetic little udders are worked over first but there is a lot more to follow, including her being completely humiliated and degraded while being abused in other ways.This is the kind of chick you would try to pick up in a bar and then wind up with her blowing you outside by the dumpsters before going home with you for the weekend during which you call your friends over and take turns beating her and using her in every other way you can think of.You know the type, the type that is this pig, Abby Marie being Abused in HELL!
1.29 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:18:06
This is where things get really bad for “it.” The whore is still mummified, but now it is truly suffering. Its cunt is raw from the constant abuse of the huge vibrator and to add to her agony, her udders are being systematically tortured. In fact, the tits are bound so tightly that the leather strips are cutting into its tender flesh leaving marks that lasted for weeks.
All this while the cunt is being degraded and reminded that it is nothing more than a mindless piece of meat who literally asked for this treatment because it is so low. This is what HELL! is all about, taking cunts like this and reducing them to an even lower form than they previously were.
It is meat, mummified, tortured meat.
2.38 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:33:08
