Veronika

Veronica answers a modelling ad. Eager as she is to make it in the business, she doesn't hesitate to take her clothes off for the photographer, even though his studio is not quite what you would expect. The door clicks shut. Bare bulbs hang low, casting harsh shadows over racks of metal and black leather. Veronica stands under the light, blonde hair bright against the dark. He fastens a collar around her neck. Metal warms fast against her skin. She keeps her chin up, lets him pull the strap tight. He starts slow, hands rough on her tits, twisting until the flesh bruises. She bites her lip but stays still. The collar bites back every time she swallows. A collar, blonde hair, breast abuse, the works. Then the machine comes out. A fucksaw on a stand, thick black shaft already shining. He straps her wrists behind her back, makes her bend at the waist. The collar chain hooks to a ring on the floor. She can't move more than an inch. The motor starts, the shaft punches into her ass again and again. Her body jolts with every thrust, tits swinging, nipples raw from earlier. She moans through gritted teeth, breath short. The collar holds her head low. The machine keeps going, relentless, until her legs shake and her voice breaks. 2003, raw and direct. No story, just the scene. Anal, blonde, breast abuse, collar, fucksaw. That's the whole deal.