Alexis Duval

They brought Alexis Duval down into the dark. Ropes and chains waited. The dungeon held its breath while the machines got their turn. Predator pushed deep into her ass, her body rocking forward in doggie, every thrust measured and merciless. Later she was stretched on the CycloRack, ballet boots locked, spiderweb of straps holding her open. The Crystal Palace drilled steady between her thighs and Fuck Rogers took its place, relentless. Nothing soft about it. Just Alexis, bound and used, taking everything they set on her.