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Tracy is new to modeling for Hard Tied, and when she said she wanted to experience “rope bondage at its best”, she didn’t quite know what she was asking for:

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I’ve never posted much here in the whole notorious Japanese “tentacles” genre, because even when the girl is swarmed with sticky tentacles, it never strikes me as proper bondage, any more than holding your girl’s hands together over her head is. But sometimes, you find real bondage and tentacles too. Here, it looks like Our Heroine is being fed to some sort of carnivorous plant, which plans to mate with her before it devours her:

Found at tentaclerape.net.

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Kristi’s boyfriend is a sharing sort of fellow, it turns out, especially when his friends come to town. Fortunately, Kristi likes it, even if she does need a little encouragement by way of the handcuffs and a paddle:

“See that?” Mark asked, indicating the state of my nipples with my mahogany paddle. They were rock hard and getting harder by the moment. “Two things turn a girl’s high beams on like this,” he said. “And one of them isn’t ice.” Very deliberately, very slowly, he took my left nipple between his fingertips — and tweaked it hard.

“Mmnnn!” I said, jumping in surprise. The five of them laughed.

“Cut it the rest of the way off,” Mark advise Terrence, about my top. A moment later, I was topless.

“Stand up, Kristi, girl.”

I stood up.

“Work them off.”

I did as I was told, though not without difficulty. Then I stood before them, naked and trembling, a rubber ball-gag in my mouth, handcuffed behind my back, my mini-skirt puddled around my ankles, extremely nervous. Then Mark cupped my right breast.

“Who wants to go first?” he asked.

Mortified, I glanced back and forth as the guys looked
uncertainly amongst themselves, and then at Mark. None
of them looked at me.

“It’s yours for the taking,” he advised, rubbing my erect nipple with his thumb. “Terrence?”

Looking perturbed at being called upon again, Terrence nonetheless put down the scissors he was holding in his hand, moved up hesitantly to me, leaned down, and hurriedly kissed my nipple.

“Nugunnnnuh,” I moaned, shivers up and down my spine. Terrence kissed it again, then put it in his mouth and began to suck.

“Eddie?” Mark asked.

Taking up position on my other side, buoyed by Terrence’s success, Eddie took my left breast into his right hand and squeezed it. “Nice,” he said. “Really firm.”

I made noises that Eddie ignored.

“In fact,” he said, rolling my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, “this may be the best tit I’ve ever held. Or sucked on,” he said, putting me in his mouth.

I moaned again.

By now, licks of flame were dancing in my belly, and in my head. The humiliation of being spanked was like an open wound, but a definite arousal-maker too. My body was reacting–I was reacting–and it was like a microwave wrapped around my hips, cooking me from the inside.

Mark said: “Different for you, huh? Not being able to jabber?”

I nodded my head. The ball-gag, though sufficient to shut me up, was not a plug. Drool leaked out both sides of my mouth and down my chin. I felt like a baby.

On Mark’s invitation, Steve came up behind me and started kissing my neck. I squirmed, partly because I was ticklish, but mostly because I was embarrassed and turned on. Being kissed there drove me nuts. Being given a hickey there, which Steve was doing now, drove me absolutely nuts. Then Steve’s hands let go of my shoulders and traveled down my biceps to where my elbows touched my sides, then onto my stomach. He let them slide up and down my skin, exploring me gently, letting me get used to being caressed. If Mark objected to this latest escalation of intimacy with his helpless girlfriend, he didn’t say a word.

Then Bill took his turn. Replacing Terrence at my right breast, he squeezed and nibbled my nipple, biting me–and not so gently, either–while Terrence dropped to his knees and began to rub at my thighs. No, rubbing is not the word. His hands moved lightly, but very possessively, up and down my legs, inside my thighs, close up to my defenseless and very expectant pussy, then across my still-tender ass. I was moaning now, more or less continuously, my temperature really climbing. Then Steve’s hand drifted down my very hot, very quivering belly, over my lower abdomen, and between my legs. A moment later, his middle finger found my waiting vagina and went in it. I began to shake.

“Unngggghhhh,” I moaned loudly.

“This girl is hot!” one of them said in a husky voice I don’t which one, because my eyes were closed. He wasn’t commenting on my appearance.

Mark, understanding that things were teetering on the edge of Kristi getting gang-banged here, decided to push them over. I went from being his show-off girlfriend, to pass-around whore. He forced me to my knees and began to unhook the gag. “Kristi,” he said. “There are five raging hardons in this room. You’re gonna take care of them all.”

Finally free of the gag, I sucked in breath. Ten minutes of being wide open with that thing had left my muscles aching and useless. My jaw cracked loudly. “God,” I said hoarsely, “do I have a fucking choice?”

Mark unzippered his jeans. “Sure you do. Me first, or one of the others.”

I took him into my mouth.

In the following few minutes, in rapid succession, I sucked them all. It wasn’t languid or sultry sucking, either. They pulled me back and forth between their cocks, sharing my mouth, taking their pleasure from passing me around, not from being sucked. They made me gag, tried to choke me going down my throat, humiliated me by holding my head, and after a while took turns holding me, each of them in turn, while someone else fucked my mouth. It was driving me crazy, both from frustration and from sheer arousal.

Suddenly, Mark left the room to go into the bedroom. The part of my mind not already pulped to mush wondered what he wanted next. I found out a minute later, when he came out holding my blindfold…

From Showing Off by Marcia Hooper.

The first time I saw these pictures of Iona Grace, I thought “who is that girl? She looks like a cute little sister for Madison Young!”

Pictures via The Upper Floor.

Update: After some discussion in the comments, we are going with the theory that this is actually Nicki Blue.

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Is it time for Friday bondage links again? Why, yes, yes it is:

• Two girls, fully clothed, on the bed. Only odd thing is, their hands are tied high overhead…
• Vintage Eric Stanton Blunder Broad artwork from Spanking Blog: she’s tied to some prison cell bars, getting her ass beaten with a rubber hose.
• If you want to spank a girl with a ruler, that’s fine. But if you want to spank her pussy with it, you are going to need some special bondage. Because she won’t hold still, otherwise.
• Erectus writes: “I can never understand why, in photos like this, the girls seem to be so remarkably free of whip welts about the pussy.” Concur…
• Kissing a pretty girl is always in order. If she’s all tied up, well, so much the better!
• Three giggling schoolgirls. They just wouldn’t shut the fuck up! Fortunately, a roll of black tape soon fixed that problem.
• I’d keep her handcuffed in bed, too.
• She looks like she’s seriously having second thoughts about this whole leash and collar business.
• The wooden poles and ropes will keep her hands and feet out of the way. The soft lighting makes her look…very pettable. But that smooth exposed prominent pubic mound? It just cries out for some serious attention. A riding crop is where I’d probably start…
• When was the last time you saw a real good reverse cowgirl with her wrists tied?
• “Stubborn bitch won’t suck?” Obviously, all you need is a pair of needle nose pliers, and the soul of a stone bastard…
• When a man needs to rub his dick between some tits, he needs to rub his dick between some tits. Even if he’s gotta staple her neck to a big board and stuff her panties in her mouth, to get her to hold still and shut up long enough.
• If you’ve never used a woman’s hair as handles to pull her head harder onto your cock, you’ve missed out on one of life’s great pleasures. When she’s tied up and can’t get away, it’s even more fun.
• She said she wanted to go with you, but you think she might just be trying to keep an eye on you until she can get her hands on a phone to call the guys who are after you. In six hours you’ll be able to buy some gas and hit the border. Right now, you both need food and beer. Was she pissed when you handcuffed her to the steering wheel? Oh, yeah. But she’ll get over it…
• Whenever I see a girl this flexible, stretched this far, I want to get a little whip and see how she twitches in response to…stimulus. Bad of me, I know.
• This innocent little tartlet is pure prey. Yarrr.
• The padded blue leather St. Andrews Cross in this photo looks very very comfortable. Which is ironic, considering that it’s probably mostly used for whippings and other torments of that ilk. Still, I’d love to have one in my dungeon. The girl? She’s welcome, too.
• This bondage pic combines a bunch of fetish elements for the discerning viewer. Rope harness, ball gag, glasses… and cum all over the glasses and ball gag alike.
• She’s very nicely dressed. But I don’t think she’s going to get far wearing the cuffs and shackles.
• A plaid miniskirt and a ton of rope? That’s a great costume to wear when you’re on your knees, giving a blowjob.

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It’s cartoonishly brutal (duh!) but Rebels Whore Camp by Templeton is also kind of hilarious in a dark way:

The population of mountain gorillas in Tuganda is in danger. For years now, war lords have been fighting the government. The rebels recruit troops, steal food and money, burn the fields and capture young women for sexual use.

A group of models, artists and celebrities is on a UN fund-raising trip to the area to draw international attention to the plight of the endangered gorillas. Unfortunately for the young troupe, General Tunkunda has heard all about their mission.

The bloody-thirsty guerilla leader has had the plane hijacked and the ten beautiful girls seized as hostages. He plans to use them to blackmail the international community into backing his group against the government forces. But in the meantime he has other more immediate plans for the young beauties…

Meet General Tunkunda, he’s a real charmer:

From Dofantasy.com, of course.

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Looking at all the spent enema gear on the floor there, I’m not even sure he has her complete attention with those nipple clamps. Her attention seems somewhat…internally directed:

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