Baby Gets Filthy: Babyfilth and Molecular

An underground dungeon somewhere in North America. Early morning. Babyfilth stands naked, wrists and ankles bound by rope. A leather gag fills her mouth, a black hood covers her head. She breathes slowly and waits. Molecular’s hands find her. He squeezes her tits, slaps her smooth cunt, drags a flogger across her ass. She can’t tell if it’s him or someone else he let in. A leather paddle cracks across her breasts and thighs. The crop snaps against her calves, then her nipples, then her clit. She absorbs every sting, helpless. Molecular presses a vibrator to that sore clit while the cane paints red lines on her ass. She shakes and comes hard. He forces a second orgasm with a dildo on a stick, driving it deep into her tight hole. More flogging, more cane strokes until her ass glows. He unties her only to rope her tighter, kneeling now, mouth ready. On the table her thighs stay bound, ass exposed, crop and whip biting her skin. She stays quiet because he likes obedience. He spreads her wide and fucks her deep, pounding until she comes again. Clothespins bite her flesh right after. Gag back in, vibrator taped to her swollen clit, wrists lashed to the wall. She screams into the gag as the toy forces another orgasm out of her, his to use.