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The Grand Inquisitor sits at his desk. The self-abuser is transported into the room locked in shackles that were dual, a bag wrapped over her head. The metal collar holds in position where most of the girls are held for interrogation straight in the front of the Inquisitor. And as she’s quantified her throat, breast, the thickness of her cunt, the width and thickness of her face hole she’s constantly under the control of metal. No resistance is allowed by the Grand Inquisitor. Her training begins, the teaching of her cunt that is innocent. She must masturbate for him personally. She must learn to take pain together with her face frozen, sterile, the howl of pain trapped inside, at the isolate of some unfathomable endless space. He layouts for a construct of delight and irritation, utilizing the instruments of his trade. A primitive seat a pole for her ass with wrists and ankles . The repeated sound of a cane flesh. It is nothing a small discomfort, and a bit more. A metallic piece secured into her mouth retains her mind in stiff stillness as she’s for him. The pubs of this position cage that is narrow squeeze her flesh. Her throat is still and locked. He prods and pokes. He terrifies her a milder and alcohol. He lights a fire. He stabs her innocent cunt from behind. In every moment, the fact of her helplessness is made plain the metal about her throat, the cage, along with the vibrator buried at the flesh of her enfolded pussy. Her joints are bent by bilbos secured in knees and her elbows into one position only. Pulling her chain, he frees her mouth. She learns how to suck cock, the way to use her lips and tongue. He leaves her then, locked this way, along with her not-so-innocent cunt speared because she lies helpless on the ground. StreamTape |