Chained and blindfolded, Messy Shaz waits alone. She cannot know what is to come, but she is right to be afraid. Slaps and pinches, even a malefic tiny flog, might choker her to believe this will be playful, until she feels the razor sharp touch of the pinwheel, moving over her body, and digging painfully into the soft hurting flesh of her cunt. A hardhanded fanny thrashing has her weeping in no time, and prepares her for the nightmare to come. A pure face torture nightmare for filthy Shaz.
A clothespin zipper weeping across her whole torso, her tatass are compelled down onto thumbtacks, and there are plenty more blatting and she is made to sit on the sharp tacks. Subjugated to a stool she might think the worst is over, as she is given a marvelous earth shattering orgasm, but before the waves have subsided her cooter is strapped and stung with malefic nettles. Fully destroyed she sobs helplessly as needles pierce her nipples, and mournfully accepts her fate as more are casually jabbed at random into her face.