Pig

Annabelle Lee looks innocent. Too innocent. The first scene proves it a lie. Pig stands locked upright in a wooden stock, neck trapped, wrists cuffed, shoes bolted to the floor. Tickling hits her and she breaks into snorting laughter. That sound earns her the full set: pig nose strapped on, pig tails clipped in, pig-tail butt plug forced deep. Next they fold her backward into a cruel arch. Claire works her tiny bush, clipping mean black clamps over every curl of cunt hair, then ripping them free in one cruel jerk. Last, Pig’s cunt gets greased and the machine rams in. The tazapper dances across her bare soles between bursts of tickling. Orgasms rip through her so hard they look painful. Metal, wood, and leather hold her open while she explodes again and again.