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Strapped to the Exam Chair, Girdled MILF Endures Breast Bondage, Nipple Torture, Gag XXXX, Orgasm Abuse While Nude, Gagged, Cuffed, Caged Blond Slave Waits Her Turn!

All On Screen. Sandra can hear the rain dancing on the steel roof of the building. She remembers her flat tire in the parking garage after work, then the offer for help from the broad, bearded stranger, then the sharp prick on her neck. Then blackness. This is her new reality. Old walls and bricked up windows. She has been stripped of her office attire. All that remains is her girdle, garters, stockings and heels. She is spread, strapped and seated in an old iron examination chair. Everything is uncomfortable. The unforgiving throne is too hard. The leather straps on her wrists, elbows, knees, ankles and above & below her breasts are too tight. The steel Jenning's dental gag spreading her mouth open is too wide. She doesn't know Lisa, the naked blond in the kennel by the wall, she doesn't even know her name, but Sandra envies her. Lisa's prison may be tiny, but at least there is some room to move. The rag knotted and cruelly cleaved in Lisa's mouth appears almost kind to Sandra, compared to the metal contraption in her own mouth.

She yearns for relief. She should be more careful what she wishes for.

The hulking "good Samaritan" enters. No smile. No kindness in his face. No words. He drags over a metal chair, perches himself behind and above her head. The steel gag is removed from between Sandra's teeth. But before she can cry out (not that a scream would matter, competing against the driving rain and raging thunderclaps), an entire red rag is stuffed in her mouth. He makes sure it fills every corner. Behind her teeth, deep in her cheeks. It stretches her jaw wide. Plastic is wrapped around her head and mouth to hold the rag in. Sandra tries to scream. Useless.  The beautiful meat in the cage on the floor protests into her own gag instead. It pierces Sandra's ears.

He now attacks Sandra's big, beautiful boobs with thin, scratchy rope. Coiled round and round, each loop tightening more around each tit, thrusting them out, making her nipples tantalizingly taught targets. He will return for them later.

Diverting his attention to Lisa, he snags a cordless vibrator from the metal exam tray. Cracking open her cage door, he hands it to the comely captive.  She knows what to do, this isn't her first time. Lisa spreads herself as wide as she can in the exposed space. Bare feet and tiny toes gripping the cage bars. She gazes upon the fresh captive in the chair and playfully pets her pretty pussy with the well-worn wand.

Lisa isn't the only one who gets a wand, Sandra gets one too, but what she doesn't get, is a choice. An adjustable steel appendage with a wand already affixed is added to the chair between Sandra's thighs.  Pressed in deep, locked in place, immediately activated at full power. Sandra's fists clench in instant orgasmic agony. She barely notices the steel clamps he pulls off the tray, but becomes wide-eyed as they pass in front of her face on their way to her breasts. The devious devices now dangling from her nipples send waves of painful pleasure throughout her body, now quivering from the overstimulation.

He leaves the captives to wallow in ecstasy for a while. The image of the buxom, shaking MILF strapped and cumming over and over before her is ultimately too much for Lisa to further hold back and begins to buck and moan in her own orgasmic delight.

The Brute returns.

He takes the wand from Lisa then drags the cuffed cutie from her cage. He grabs a handful of her hair and aggressively drags her mouth over Sandra's gloriously gagged lips and brutally bound boobs.  He then drags Lisa away. Is Lisa to be punished more? Sandra doesn't know. And with the vibrator agonizingly working away coupled with the excruciating nipple clamps, tripled with the sadistically secure straps, she doesn't care. She can't think at all. The lights go dim. She is now only bathed in the glow from a single rusty light on the exam table. She sits there, alone in her terrifying, interminable titillation.

Just as she is about to blissfully lose consciousness, Sandra's orgasmic overstimulation is abruptly interrupted. Soft female lips press themselves onto Sandra's cheek. "Good night, precious," an unbound Lisa whispers with a smile. Sandra's new reality shatters while her terror increases twofold as Lisa pulls the chain on the lamp.