Running The Gauntlet

I walked onto set that morning wanting nothing but raw, vicious bondage—nothing pretty, just the hurt. Raina Verene was the body I got to break. First the clamps, tiny steel teeth sinking under her arms and all down her ribs until every breath made them bite harder. Then the triangle: cold steel forcing her thighs wide so her cunt and asshole sat open, nothing left to hide. A speculum pried her open from the front while the plug stuffed her from behind, proof she couldn’t close anything. Last, she stood tall, nipples crushed under weighted clamps that swung every time the vibrator pressed between her legs. She shook. She drooled around the ball gag. 2008 and still the meanest thing we shot.