Sex slave: Kathalina

Her arms and legs are bound so tight the ropes bite into her skin, leaving Kathalina dangling like a sack of meat. Two figures cut through the dark—she can’t see faces, just shadows closing in. She prays they’re rescuers. They’re not. Two grinning dommes step into the weak light, already running hungry hands over her smooth young curves. They came prepared: wicked pins, a mean-looking inflatable dildo, cruel little clamps—each piece glinting with bad intentions.