Princess Donna Live, Part 2

Donna’s six-hour live show keeps going. Pain turns mean. She straddles a doghouse roof, bare cunt crushed against splintered wood. Cyd clamps her nipples tight, then whips her breasts until angry welts bloom and darken. He gives Sarah a smoke break so she can flick ash into Donna’s open mouth, the clear gag forcing every drop of spit down her chin. Later he takes Donna down and belts her upright on a rack, stretching her onto her toes. A thrusting machine pounds her hard before he loosens the straps just long enough for her to switch places with Sarah. Then Donna is hauled high on a new rig, bent double, arms wrenched back in a strappado, knees spread, ass and cunt offered. She hears the rods whistle behind her, sees Cyd loosen his shoulders, and her eyes go wide at the coming caning.