21 year old Goldie is Into The Attic on one of the strangest visits yet. I wasn't sure Goldie would want to come back to see us after that last shoot but then she tells me it was one of her favorites! Let's see if we can change that. Follow me...

Things start off with Goldie standing in the middle of the room fully dressed. She looks cuter each time she comes out to see us. This time was no exception; wearing little shorts and a small, tight top with her hair fixed in yet some new style, again. She's told to undress. We watch her strip down and see she has some sexy panties and bra underneath. After she's naked she's thrown a ball gag, a big one, and told to gag herself with it. I warn her it better be in tight. Once gagged she's told to pick up the bottle of Karo syrup and get into the bucket sitting next to her. Then she's told to pour the syrup over her head. When she isn't getting enough volume out of the bottle I step in and help her with it. I squeeze the container and heave the syrup out in a massive quantity, in her hair, over her head and down her face and shoulders. Then she's told to smear it over the entire surface of her body. When I see that she is missing her asshole I have her turn around, bend over and smear the syrup all over that poop chute. Then I grab an ass hook and shove it in there, tying it off at her neck. Oh my god, that syrup is sticky. Next I have Goldie get into the Clear Cage which has been hanging off the ground behind her. Once inside I have her squat down into it. Then I dump a bag full of down feathers inside the cage and over the top of her head. Once the lid is closed and secured she's told to act like the agitator of a washing machine and spread those feathers all around. Again, noticing that asshole needs further attention in spite of the hook stuck in it, she's told to press her asshole against the glass so we can see it better. Then I tell her to grab a handful of feathers and stick them to it. Like a chicken ass. Um, I think we just tarred and feathered a, um, Goldie. After totally objectifying her in the cage she's told to get out. Get out so I can put her into a strappado. With the ass hook still stuck up her bum I brought her elbows and wrists together and then cinched those up high to the ceiling. This brought her upper body down toward the floor as her wrists are pulled up. Her ankles are then tied outward and in place. She's drooling massively out her giant red ball gag. A poignant feather stuck right on the center of the gag itself. She is so absolutely covered in feathers you can't even tell who it is. Oh my, she is a mess, what with sticky syrup all over her, globs of slobber running out her face hole and her body covered in white down feathers. I start a conversation with her once she's bound into place. Checking in I ask her how she's been. At the same time I pour a wad of Karo syrup over the Hitachi and then rub it in a big pile of down feathers. When I pulled it back out it looked like a scepter of The Grand Chicken Lady. Once that featherized Hitachi hit that feather coated pussy she lost her marbles. I kept trying to have a conversation with her, talking to her, but she just couldn't talk back. I told her I didn't care about the ball gag and kept the Hitachi running but she wasn't able to communicate. She just kept having her knees want to give out on her as she tried grunting and mumbling out some incoherent response. So I tied a rope around her neck and tied that off to the ceiling. That should hold her. Then she's flogged and vibbed off until she begs for it to stop.

Next we find Goldie taking a bath. Probably because she wanted to get rid of all those chicken feathers. So there she is, bathing in a sudsy tub with ankle and leg irons on. I walk in and start urinating in the toilet next to her. When done I forget to flush and leave. It doesn't take long before Angel comes in after me and grabs Goldie by the hair, dunking her head beneath the water. Did I say dunk. I meant to say she violently shoves her head in the water and holds her there for a bit. When she pulls her back up she's gasping for breath. Then she does it again while calling her a "dirty little bitch". And again. And again. Goldie wasn't expecting this. When she's done dunking her in the tub she wrenches her out and has her kneel in front of the bidet. Gagging her with a large spider gag she holds her opened mouth over the water nozzle of the bidet and turns it on high. Water shoots up from the spigot right into her face hole. How does she breath? It's a bit like trying to drink the water coming out of a fire hydrant before any spills on the ground. Then she drags her over to the toilet, has her keel in front of it as she chains her to it and then pushes her ring gagged face hole into the water of the toilet, flushing it as she does so. Goldie is a mess. When she is done she has Goldie stand up, bend at the waist and keep her head in the toilet. Then Angel straps on a giant black dildo and mounts her --fucks her relentlessly as her head pounds around the inside of the porcelain bowl. Then we hear the toilet flush again. When she's done fucking her cunt she has her kneel and then fucks her face hole thru the ring gag. When she's done she shoves her head back in the toilet, flushes it and whips her ass until the bowl fills up again. Then straddles her head over the toilet bowl and gives her a hot stream of stinking urine to wash over the back of her head. Jesus, that was a lot of urine. And if that wasn't enough Angel has her get back in the tub to wash off. Unfortunately for Goldie, Angel has a bar of soap she's going to be washing her mouth out with. But this bar of soap has a whole bunch of somebody's cock hair all over it. And I mean a whole bunch. Cock Hair Soap. After scrubbing her tongue with it she dunks her head back into the water. Oh my, Goldie's in for a long bath...

Finally we find Goldie suspended upside down from the ceiling. Her elbows brought together behind her back. She is wearing some really sexy lingerie, with boots. Her brown skin beneath her hose very eye catching indeed. Her position is taxing so I pop the Hitachi onto her cunt. I fix it so it stays there and then grab the Halloween head cage. After putting her head into it she's really taxed now. We can see her in there, looking back at us thru the barb wire. That's when I decide to cane her. Cane her upper thighs as the Hitachi continues to buzz away. And as it does so I make her talk to me. Make her tell me how sexy she is, make her concentrate while that vibrator distracts her. I make her tell me how often she masturbates, and when I hear the answer I cane her for it. For being a dirty little girl. Then suddenly, in a desperate, exasperated voice I hear her ask for permission to have an orgasm. I'm like, "what?" I ask her to repeat it but now she's so lost in sub space she can't seem to make the sentence come back out of her mouth again. And when I finally get her to say it again, coherently, I just turn the vibrator off. Then we hear her say, "Oh my god I need to come." Poor Goldie.

22 year old Vogue is Into The Attic on her first visit. And what a visit it was. Let's dig in.

We first find Vogue fully dressed, bent at the waist and her neck, with a steel collar around it, attached to a wooden post in the floor. She's also tied in a strappado and has a large spider gag tightly strapped into her face hole. We watch her awhile, standing there, attempting to gain some sort of comfort. She starts being questioned. About her position, what she thinks about it. She tries to tell me but I can't understand her. After making her repeat her answer several times I gave up. I ended up removing that gag so we could actually have an understandable conversation. Like how often she masturbates, whether she prefers boys over girls, her first sexual encounter, does she like sucking cock (Oh Yes!), when was her first BDSM experience, etc. During this conversation I grabbed an ankle, wrapped rope around it and pulled the leg up off the ground and tied it to the ceiling. Then I grabbed the other ankle, wrapped rope around it as well and pulled it up to the ceiling, suspending her while her neck is still attached to the wooden post. Once I had her up I started to cane the bottom of her foot. It required at least seven strict cane strokes before she even had a reaction. But once she did, her eyes would sort of roll back in her head each time she accepted the strike. After caning her foot she gets two pound weights hung off her little titties. Once those were in place I grabbed the Hitachi and vibbed her off. Cleary, the pain and discomfort coupled with the Hitachi was sending Vogue far into The Pleasure Doom. It didn't take long for her to ask for permission to cum. And when she did, I denied her. Instead, I told her to ask me to place a bag over her head instead. So right away, she asked for that bag. When I asked her what the bag was for she told me, "So I can cum". And I put it right on her. Pulled it right over her head and sealed it with tape around her neck. Punching a few small air holes near her mouth we watched her gasp inside as she was vibbed off. We see her in there, the bag all pressed against her face, disfiguring it. We hear her breathing, we can actually tell from her breathing she likes this, this crazy breath control coupled with an intense vibrator on her cunt. I hear her ask for permission to cum and she's denied. We need to watch her further, breathing, looking through the bag full of condensation. She asks again and again she's denied. She grunts, she starts to whine and make noise; this typically calm collected female. It is obvious from the noise she's just now starting find herself somewhat needy, desperate even. She doesn't like being denied,,,or does she. Oops, she's gasping for breath in there. Did she just ask again? For permission to cum? Yes, she did. So I made her admit she was a cock tease, that she was used to getting everything she wanted and that she enjoyed demeaning men. Then I denied her orgasm, again. Instead, I had her ask me to wipe her pussy juice on her face. After wiping it on there, on the bag over her head, she literally tried to suck it through the bag into her mouth. At least, until the Hitachi sidetracked her. It didn't take long for her to ask again for permission to cum. This time I gave it to her. And when it came over her she became possessed. Her legs grew wide in her suspension, neck still affixed to the wooden post, her guttural scream built from somewhere down deep and then began to emerge, to overflow her lung capacity. She flailed and pulled from somewhere that wasn't apparent previously. Some new strength she didn't comprehend before. She came. And when she did I was immediately reminded of one of those distraught Middle Eastern women, wailing at the wall. Her bag expanding and collapsing, her mouth fully open in an attempt to gain the maximum air supply --she's fucking screaming in there. And then I punished her, for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it.

Next we find Vogue being affixed to The Bang Bike. The only thing left to do is get her ass hook tied off to the last strand of hair left on her head --but we managed. We managed to get it cinched in there real fucking tight. Then her neck got tied off to the ceiling, just to make certain that every breath was a struggle. She's nude save for her boots, socks and hose. I pull out the cane to work her ass over. And when that first strike hits her, she doesn't make a sound for the first several seconds, and then she sucks in air, deeply. She makes a small noise, one that lets you know she's dealing with it. And then another strike happens. In no time at all both strikes are obvious, red, raised, and, well, left some serious marks. I grabbed the flogger and flog the exact same spots, repeatedly, and then make her tell me how good the ass hook feels. She's a pretty girl, and we make this pretty girl tell us how much she likes this. How much she likes being beaten and in bondage. How wet her pussy is. How strongly we can smell her cunt. And then she gets struck again. Struck as hard....and then attach electrodes to her nipples. I crank the power up, right up to a three, the area where most girls cannot take it. But Vogue sucks it up, and then I start to flog her ass, to distract her. The intensity of the blows become overpowering...she's dealing with a lot. I continue to flog her. She just sucks in the air deep and screams. So I gag her. I ball gag her and strap it in tightly. Bondage tight. Then I make her tell me how much she likes it as I strike her even harder. She cries. She likes. She screams loudly and begs for mercy. That's when I stuff that Vaginal Stim in her cunt. Make her tell me how it feels. About how she doesn't yet know what the fuck to think about it --and then I flog her ass relentlessly. Without mercy. And then I cram an ass hole electrode in her butt, in spite of her ass hook. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to give her extra discomfort in the bung hole. Then I began to flog her even harder, with greater intensity. Until she started to scream. Until there was this bubbling of saliva just at the bottom of her black ball gag, percolating for release. That's when I hooded her. That's when I placed the latex breath hood over her. And immediately we see the latex collapse over her features, her face. Closing off her airway. But she handled it, she sucked it in, she drew breath in spite of no breath being there. And as she was being vibbed off I heard her make out a request to cum. But I told her to ask me to cane her instead, to strike her ass. And I did. Hard. And after that strike we hear the sound of air trying to make its way past the collapsed latex, the little breath hole flatly lying across her face because she's trying to draw the breath in too quickly from the strike, making a high pitched squeaking noise. She snickers, to break the silence, to break the tension in the air, and then I strike her again, because I don't care about that tension. Its good. When that Hitachi finally reaches her cunt she's a changed person. All cares dissolve. She emits a sound that resonates with all that is calm and pleasant. She hums, she purrs. No doubt is left in your mind. And then we hear her ask for permission to cum, through the ball gag, through the latex breath hood. And we also hear the sound of the flogger striking her back....Vogue is only just starting this scene...

Now we find Vogue getting to know Luther. She's tied with her elbows behind her back and her wrists tied in front of her. I placed the condom right on the end of Luther and had her get it on there the rest of the way. And she did. There was no problem with her pushing it down with her lips and mouth as she easily took in four inches. In fact, she just went ahead and mouth fucked those four inches for a bit. Clearly this girl likes to suck cock. Likes the feeling of that big knob rubbing against the back of her throat. She works that. We can see her pressing down hard to get Luther further into her esophagus. Then suddenly she was getting 4, then 5 then six inches into her head. I think we all stood in amazement for a second. This was totally unexpected. Then she started to vigorously face fuck Luther getting 4 - 5 inches down each stroke. Crazy like. Long streams of slobber falling off Luther in thick strands. Then she like just starts fucking that last 4 - 6 inches, hard. Wow. That's when I started flogging her back as she blew Luther. Hard. Yelling at her to keep doing it. Not to take Luther out of her mouth. Face fuck it as hard as you can. And she did. Like her jaw came unhinged and she fucked that cock like no time we've ever seen before. And I'm yelling at her the whole time to fuck it harder. To tell me she's earning her paycheck without stopping what she's doing. Then flog her even harder. And when she was done blowing Luther, when I told her she was done, I had her bend on over and lick up all of her drool and slobber off the floor at her feet, beneath Luther. She didn't want to do it because there was so much of it. But she did...

Finally we find Vogue, boots and hose on and naked otherwise, sitting atop The Wooden Horse. Each ankle is tied outward. Her elbows are bound behind her back. Her wrists are tied outward and up to the ceiling. She has rope around her neck also tied to the ceiling. She's in a tough position for this ride. Her nipples get clamped and then tied off to the horse. A dental gag has been inserted in her face hole and set at its widest point. She can hardly move without causing herself great discomfort. And she's about to get more since The Wooden Horse has been electrified. As the power gets turned up to her thighs and pussy her eyes begin to roll back in her head. She starts uttering senseless sounds. She screams at one point. I place the Hitachi on her box for a moment and she literally sounds as though she's birthing a child. She immediately asks for permission to cum. I stop to place a large amount of honey into her open mouth. The power gets turned up even higher and she screams. She tries to contain herself switching from screaming to crying to laughing. She inadvertently pulls a nipple clamp off and I rub her nipple hard to make sure it hurts like a MF. Drool and slobber running from her open maw like a little rushing river. She's wailing. I make her tell me how dirty she is. What a dirty little slut she is in between her screams for mercy. She keeps begging to have an orgasm and she keeps getting denied. I make her tell me to remove that other nipple clamp and to rub her nipple when I remove it. She doesn't want too. Her strictly opened mouth trying to make out the sentence between gasps for air and moaning like a death has occurred in the family. I make her ask me to flog her chest. And I do so. Hard. When that Hitachi finally hits that cunt again she can't hold it. She begs for it and finally is told to just get it out. To get that bad shit out of her. And when her orgasm comes on she literally yells for a full minute in length. It goes on and on and on. Her contorted slobbering body sitting high upon The Wooden Horse as she expels that dirty orgasm from her loins. Her eyes clearly have rolled back into her head. She's gone at this point. She went somewhere but she's not here anymore..

22 year old Marina is back in The Attic on her seventh visit.

Marina begins her day in a beautiful black dress, her hair well coifed, makeup perfect and the most lovely black, all rubber heels known to man. Problem is, she wearing a pillory which has her on her knees attached to a wooden post in the floor. Her ankles are bound to the post. Within a couple of minutes she gets interviewed. We start discussing what it is she likes about bondage. As she talks to me a nose hook gets installed, disfiguring her face. It pulls her upper lip up so high we see the gums of her teeth. She's transformed into Miss Piggy. When I asked her if she likes humiliation play she told me she likes giving it more than getting it. Knowing how big a fan Marina is for pencils to be placed between a subject's fingers and then taped in very tightly, I proceeded to do just that to her. I placed a #2 pencil between each digit of each hand and taped that in excruciatingly tight. So tight there would be a constant, dull pain in her hands at all times. I made sure to squeeze those hands alternately between her answering questions and being groped. When her nose hook kept sliding around she got her forehead taped up so she looked like Cher signing her popular 70's song, 'Half-breed". That's when I caned her upper thighs. That first strike had her sucking in air and popping out of her shoes. The second strike had her collapse down off her knees. As she was recovering from that I sat down next to her, removed my boot and sock and told her to suck my big toe, the cane marks she just received now raising up on the surface of her skin. As she sucks those toes she keeps hitting her pencil infested digits against the wood of the floor or the pillory she's attached too causing her to moan in anguish. When satisfied with my foot job I had her get up, walk around and then lie on her belly --where I proceeded to cane her ass. Afterward, I placed her in a hogtie, attaching her ankles to the pillory itself. Then I asked her to roll over on her back. Knowing that this would be an impossible task I readied myself for the enjoyment of watching her try. Every effort was foiled by her predicament. Just moving around causes her to choke herself. At one point, she had herself almost raised up enough to fool herself into thinking she could roll over, only to find her balance slip and she crashed down onto her pencil stuffed digits causing her to cry out in pain. It is a monumental effort for her. I chide her...like, anybody can roll over, why can't you. She's getting mad. Then she progresses to crying. Just all out crying. When she tells me it isn't possible I strike her with the cane. She screams. More crying. I just tell her, look, that crying isn't going to help anything. We'll still be here after you get done crying so you might as well stop that shit and just roll over. More crying. After she gets it out of her system she tries again. And again. And again. Finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and push it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the Hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, forcing excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding The Devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the Hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three Neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...

Next up for Marina is a little time standing, er, bound spread-eagle impaled upon Lionel --not Luther. Lionel is Luther's body double. Marina is naked and spread-eagle, wearing those luscious rubber heels, impaled upon a dead cock every bit as big and girth-y as Luther. And so we observe her for several minutes, making facial expressions and body stances that clearly indicate she doesn't like her predicament. Coincidentally, that's exactly why we do like it. Occasionally she lets out an exasperated, audible breath of....dissatisfaction, resignation? She gets gagged. Ball gagged. Tightly buckled in. When I get that last buckle cinched we hear her gasp a bit, behind the gag. She looks around and takes in her new predicament; big eyes and a longing look, Lionel is giving her grief. We watch her try to position herself, into something more comfortable. Her feet are hurting. The rubber heels making her stand on the sides of her feet as they are drawn outward. Its debilitating for her. This discomfort sneaks up and then becomes forefront. I step up to her and ask her how she is doing. I ask her how she likes that dead cock in her cunt. She immediately shakes her head in dissatisfaction and moans out disapproval. She manages to make out an audible sentence about how stressful Lionel is in her cunt. So I pick up the flogger and lay into her ass. After several demanding strikes I pull a latex breath hood over her head, while she is still ball gagged. Once it gets zipped down over her head she is all by herself in there. We can see her but she can't see us. We watch her in there, concentrating on what's important; breathing. She holds her lungs steady and draws breath in slowly, knowing that anything faster will defeat her effort to get air in her lungs, knowing that it will just collapse all that beautiful latex against her face and nose and close up her ability to breath. She gets groped on her breasts. I start to flog her, her ass and tits. She tries to draw air quicker now, and as she does so it makes a squeaking noise as it tries to pull through the little opening quicker than it can pass. The latex all closed upon her face. She's caned now. Caned on her tits for starters. She screams out, or at least tries too. Her hood collapsing even quicker now around her face as she tries to deal with the severity of each blow. The Hitachi comes out and gets slammed against her cunt. She rides that a bit, sucking and blowing air out as best she can beneath her latex hood. We watch her dance around, in place, feeling the vibrator, concentrating on her breath. Nipple clamps come out and are brutally affixed to her nipples. Within a few more seconds she asks for permission to cum. When she is denied her attempt to breath inside her hood takes on a new level. She can't handle it. She loses her concentration and we watch her collapse and expand the latex onto her face so quickly she can't be getting enough air. Her lungs are struggling to suck air through the little opening of the latex and then through the ball gag tightly buckled into her mouth. She manages to calm herself after a few seconds. And as she begins to calm herself I hang two pound weights off of each nipple. They quickly fall to the ground, taking the nipple clamps with them. Now she has to calm herself all over again. And it's a struggle. First the latex collapses around her face cutting off the air, then we hear her lungs trying to pull air through that little opening that is by now either collapsed upon her face or is full of her own saliva from drooling behind the ball gag, and this causes us to hear a high pitched squeaking noise as her lungs try to overcome the pressure of drawing air through an opening that practically doesn't exist. And the Hitachi is relentless. She asks for permission to cum and its given. Her latex hood is opening and collapsing at a rate not seen before. Her breath is quick and shallow. She starts to scream. A pushing sort of scream. Like she is pushing something bad, something unforgiven from her body. And as she is excising this need from her carcass I'm telling her that I will punish her for it. For having such a good orgasm. Her feet literally come off the ground and she suspends herself from her wrists as she expels the orgasm, expels the base need that built up inside of her. The latex hood still creating that squeaking sound as she still tries to draw upon her lungs for breath. And she screams again. She is screaming and crying to the point of desperation. She can't breathe now. She can't control her need. She tries to shake the hood off, she's dancing around as best she can, stammering and stomping. Then I punish her. Punished her for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it. I punished her with a cane and flogger until she cried about it. Until her ball gagged mouth, with spit and saliva running down her chin and chest, told me she was sorry. Until I had snot and spit coursing through every hole on her face. Then I got her off again.

45 year old Raven is Into The Attic on her first MILF visit. Let's get started.

We find her sitting on a stool wearing a modified pillory. Within a couple of minutes she gets her big toes pulled and tied off in opposite directions. This action requires her to now stand at an awkward, demanding angle. She's interviewed like this. We learn all about Raven, what she does for a living, her masturbation schedule, what she jerks off with, what brings her in to see us, etc. As we progress thru the conversation she starts becoming more and more stressed from her position. Finally, she begins to tell me that she doesn't think she can handle it much longer. She is struggling for air, for words to speak. I grab the vibrator to distract her. She immediately has a change in attitude. Her whole demeanor suddenly begs for this vibrator. All that pain and discomfort was washed away from the forefront. Within a minute we hear her eke out the words "...you're bringing me close". Which was followed very quickly with "May I come for you please?" When I have her ask you, The Viewer, for permission she is denied. This obviously worries her. She begins to beg, to tell us how close she is, how much she needs it, needs to cum. She's whiny and desperate, telling us "she's trying" to hold it off. So I make her tell you, The Viewer, "you can put a clothespin on my clit". And I do. Then vib that off relentlessly. OMG. The Devil began to posses her. She started speaking in tongues. Her voiced changed from a 45 year old woman to a possessed child of thirteen to a wounded grizzly bear shot in that face. And in-between these unnatural sounds, between the guttural, gut wrenching noise she kept making we could sometimes discern the human words of, "please", "please let me cum", "I'm begging you!", "NOOOO, YESSSSSS, YESSSS, NOOOO, YESSS", PLEASE!!". I played like I didn't notice any of that and just kept vibbing that clothespin off. And then suddenly she started spraying. Pissing all over herself. Apparently she was having a pretty strong reaction to all this. She told me she hadn't sprayed in 15 years. I took out enough time from vibbing her off to get a napkin, sop up her spray and then wipe that all over her face. Then it was back to vibbing her off again. When she finally had permission to cum, the moment I gave it to her, the guttural sound that came out of her mouth, from her torso, was like she had been set on fire with gasoline. When I say she screamed that doesn't even touch the surface of what she did in that moment.

Next for Raven is her meeting with Luther. She'd told me already that she liked to suck cock so I was anxious to see how a MILF does it. Before starting I tied her wrists and elbows together behind her back. I placed the condom just on the end of Luther and told her to get the rest of it on there. And she did. And once the condom was on she began to work Luther. She seemed a bit incapable, however. I could see she was only getting three inches and then I heard her say something about her mouth not opening up wide enough. But by this time I had grabbed the Hitachi and started to vib her off while she blows Luther. Very distracting for her but I told her not to ever remove Luther from her mouth again. Not to get distracted. Apparently that vib was quite distracting for her because that guttural, wounded bear/possessed thirteen year old came right back. But I kept getting distracted myself. I kept noticing how hard she was trying to get Luther past three inches. So I finally asked her if I could take the back of her head and shove it down onto Luther and see if we can get more than three inches. She said "sure". So I did. I placed my hand on the back of her head and took my other arm and grabbed the frame of Luther and tried to shove her head, tried to impale it onto Luther. You'll see quite clearly here, I tried my level best to shove that cock down her throat, no holds back, but it would not go any deeper. She's the first chick to have an orgasm while blowing Luther. Oh yeah, she doesn't have a gag reflex either.

24 year old Luna is back at The Attic on her third visit. She'd been hungry to meet Marina.

For starters we find Luna with each forearm bound to its respective lower leg. She is pushed onto her back, leaning on a dirty mattress with her ankles bound up toward the ceiling. She's waiting. And before long Marina appears; elegantly dressed and holding a very large papaya. She sits down in front of Luna's exposed ass and cunt and begins to peel the fruit. With a smirk on her face she methodically peels the papaya and cuts it into long pieces. Long pieces that she begins to stuff up Luna's cunt. I wasn't quite sure those long pieces would fit, would actually go all the way inside of her --but they did. And Marina kept sticking them up there until Luna was stuffed. Until she was a stuffed little papaya turkey. Marina then begins to feed her some of the leftover pieces, rind and all. Makes Luna consume it when Luna doesn't really want to consume it. Then harshly ball gags her before she's even done swallowing all of the fruit. Papaya clearly hanging from underneath the strap in the corner of her mouth. Lovely. Then Marina sticks an electrode up Luna's asshole. That same electrode that I told Luna I was going to stick up her asshole myself and she started crying on me. I ended up sticking it in her cunt but now she's riding it in her ass. And as Marina cranks up the power Luna gets a real nervous smile on her face. A nervous smile that quickly disappears. Suddenly the electrode pops out of her ass and Marina pops it right back in --then duct tapes it in. Afterward, she tells Luna she needs to have some resolve in her need for orgasms and then proceeds to masturbate with the Hitachi right in front of her. She pulls off her panties, hikes up her dress and enjoys herself. Seeing that Luna is too comfortable she puts one high heel encrusted foot on Luna's electrified A-Hole and presses hard. Hard enough that Luna is visibly shaken. She turns up the power and Luna screams. Each time Marina increases the electricity she seems to get one step closer to an orgasm. She is clearly enjoying herself at this point. Suddenly she stops masturbating, gets up and grabs a latex breath hood and secures it over Luna's head before returning to her spot to finish getting herself off. And get herself off she did. She is overcome with her own pleasure; belting out an orgasm right in front of Luna as Luna struggles to breath inside her little latex hoody. Did I say "belt"? She screamed that goddamn orgasm out. I think it scared Luna. And when she was done she crank up the power to Luna's asshole again and then has Luna make out with her, kissing her ball gagged mouth. She then peels back Luna's clit hood and places the Hitachi right on it. After bringing her up to the point of orgasm several times she always denies her. Making Luna beg, a constant stream of drool coursing down the center of her chin. She just toys with Luna, indifferent. When the electrode gets blown out of her ass again Marina stops, pulls out the papaya and feeds it to her. The fruit is sopping with pussy juice. Luna is made to eat it in a most unladylike way.

Next we find Luna in a standing strappado. Her legs drawn out and bound to the floor. Her Double D tits are severely bound. When Marina shows up she's wearing a giant black strap-on. She immediately makes Luna start giving her head. I mean right away. No "hello, how ya doin'?", "How's your day?" --she just violently grabs her hair, pulls her head back and shoves that giant black cock in her mouth and encourages her to start sucking it. "Come on, come on" we hear her say as she pulls Luna's head into the cock, her eyes slammed shut as she winces to meet the rubber cock in the back of her throat. She doesn't like this. When Marina has had enough cock sucking she walks to the back of Luna and starts flogging her ass. Flogging it until Luna acknowledges that she'll do a better job sucking her dick the next time. So she checks to see, shoving her dick back in Luna's throat. Before long though, Marina is putting a condom on that big black dick and lubing up Luna's hole. She mounts her, stuffing all of that cock in her hairy beaver. Pounding her. And just as soon as she starts up with the fucking she stops to get a drink of water. After taking a big, long drink she walks over to Luna, grabs her hair and spews the water right into her face. And then does it again. And then back to fucking her. Fucking her until she was tired. Then she tells Luna to fuck her back. Marina just stands there ordering Luna to fuck her. This exhausts Luna so Marina in turn continues to pound her. It's obvious Luna is tired. But Marina is relentless. After fucking her she flogs her and then makes her suck the cock again; we can see the exhaustion in Luna's face. Then she goes right back to fucking her. Jesus. Is Luna going to make it through this? Finally, Marina lets her have some relief and pops the Hitachi onto her cunt. But all she really does is bring Luna up to the point of bliss and then denies her. Denies her by making Luna acknowledge that she'd "love to have an orgasm" and then turning off the vibrator. She once again mounts her and again, she relentlessly fucks her. Luna's giant, clover clamped titties swinging with each thrust; the clover clamps making a clinking sound on each pounding. We see sweat pouring from each armpit and running forward, over her shoulder. I'm not sure how much more Luna can take. Marina is slapping her ass, pounding her and pulling off her nipple clamps as we hear Luna begging for release.

Now we find Luna standing in the middle of the room. Her elbows and wrists are bound together in front of her. A reverse strappado if you will. Her wrists are pulled up to the ceiling. A rope around her neck keeps her standing straight and tall; standing upon two small blocks of wood. When Marina walks in she gets right to taping up Luna's head from the nose up. She takes care to make certain she gets Luna's nose taped up in a Miss Piggy fashion --just to make her real, extra special pretty. After getting her head all taped up Marina disappears for awhile as we watch Luna perched upon her blocks of wood. When Marina returns she looks completely different. Like a completely different person wearing the same clothes. She immediately begins placing pencils between Luna's fingers and taping them in tightly. It is obvious this pressure between her digits is a constant, dull pain. But when Marina squeezes her hands the pain is sharp and forefront, making Luna scream out in obvious distress. Marina begins kissing her hands, consoling them. She's really sweet as she caresses them lovingly. Apparently though, even that is too much for Luna who is almost beside herself with desire and pain. Then Marina squeezes them hard, sending a searing discomfort through her hands that has her begging Marina to stop. Then Marina unwraps Luna's head. Luna can now see that Marina looks completely different from the one who taped her up. But Luna doesn't have long to take that in before Marina is sticking a nose hook up her nostrils and cinching that up toward the ceiling. She kept talking some shit about making Luna "pretty". And when she had it tied off Luna is made to keep her head up high or risk pulling her nose off. And that's when Marina has Luna start making out with her. To tell her how pretty she now is. To kiss her. Then she proceeds to cane Luna's ass. Making her count out the strokes. The number of which was derived from the number of seconds it took before Luna asked permission to have an orgasm in the previous scene. And just as she counted out that last stroke she said, "Fuck! Eleven!" Then Marina kicked her little blocks of wood out from under her and left her standing on her tip toes, her neck all wrenched up toward the ceiling. Before long, she has her standing in a clear container to catch anything that might fall from a hole, any hole, as she relentlessly vibs her off. And Luna's time with Marina is just beginning.