Mz Berlin vs Andre Shatki

Andre Shakti walks into the dungeon green, new to the metal. Mz Berlin locks her down fast—ankles and wrists caught in cuffs, spread wide on the frame. Andre's heavy tits hang out and Berlin wastes no time. She fists her open, wrist-deep, then slaps a thick zipper of clothespins across both breasts and rips it clean. Weights swing from clamps on Andre's nipples, dragging lower every time she flinches. Berlin makes her hold a brutal squat, arms behind her head, thighs burning. When they shake too much, the cane lands. Hard. Berlin beats both ass and thighs, leaving livid stripes that throb long after the strikes stop. Sweat runs, tears mix with spit, and Andre keeps taking it. Every clamp, every strike, every stretched muscle pushes her deeper into the helpless stretch of 2013 BDSM.