Seven Castaways
The whole “marooned on a desert island” gig stops being fun (at least for some of the participants) when the male/female ratio gets too far out of whack:
From Castaways, by Templeton.
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The whole “marooned on a desert island” gig stops being fun (at least for some of the participants) when the male/female ratio gets too far out of whack:
From Castaways, by Templeton.
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It’s unclear exactly what Marica Hase is going to have to do before they take her out of the box. But the nose hook makes it seem likely that a difficult blowjob is on the schedule:


Pictures are from Sexually Broken.
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The stethoscope around his neck says “doctor” but the big grin on his face (and the chains on his “exam table”) say “creepy old pervert”. I’m not sure what the colorful uniform hanging from the enema stand says, because I don’t know if it’s his, or hers:
Via the Erotic Mad Science tumblr.
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This is my kind of girl:
“I ain’t afraid of pirates
I love that caveman stuff
Do you know what I really want?
A VALENTINE THAT’S ROUGH.”
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There are photos here at the It’s Just A Hobby blog but it’s the description of the sensations that really caught my attention:
The rope was threaded through my nipple rings, tied around my waist, then through the clit and labia rings. The sensation was amazing, all those points which bring me pleasure pulsing, then it was rearranged though and the testing, pushing and explosions really began. The rope was threaded through my lip rings and then wrapped around my thighs, first there was fear as he pulled further and further on my lips. What if I ripped, so the first test, trust. I forced myself to keep still, to not pull my legs together.
…
I was not sure sex would be even possible, I feared what it would feel like, as there was an element of pain to the stretching, but I wanted Him so much, my cunt bigger, wider, more open than it had ever been.
When HE did it, put his cock, his glorious wonderous cock into me I wanted to scream, I may have actually screamed. The stretching of the lips had another result which I had not expected. Lips are sensitive pulled like this every nerve ending was brushed, not hidden in the wrinkles, It was as if my cunt had doubled…
At first when I saw this (at Kinky Delight, but before that from SirJeff’s Ponygirls) site I was all “Man, maybe I need me a girl-powered rickshaw now.”
But then I looked twice at the bondage cage her legs are in. How’s she supposed to pull that thing? And if it’s just to keep her kneeling at stops, how does she get in and out of that bondage when our man is ready to ride?
If you click through there’s a caption. Perhaps it sheds some light, but to find out will require the services of a linguist more cunning than me.
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It’s bad enough that she got grabbed in her own bathroom and zip-tied:
She got nervous when her captor partially stripped her and threw her into her own bathtub.

But she really got scared when he turned on the cold water and left her there:
I figure he’ll be back in twenty minutes when she’s shivering uncontrollably and ready to be agreeable to his propositions…
From Struggling Babes, which at different times was a website and a channel at Kink.com, but isn’t found either place now.
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