Zara and Holly are so close that they're even connected at their boobies and vaginas! And I'm just standing here with my squirty gel blaster, trying to make them let go of those clips for as long as possible. They must really want to hang onto them, because getting shot repeatedly is no joke! But it's super entertaining to watch them squirm and squeal like that.

Nazryana is about to fucking destroy her vagina with some Christmas decorations. She starts by shoving a disco mirror ball up there like it's nobody's business. Then, once she manages to get it back out (somehow), she grabs a goddamn glass bowl filled with tiny square mirror shards and starts stuffing them up inside her twat with a speculum and spoon. When she's packed tight with those shards, she pulls out the speculum so her vaginal walls can squeeze the fuck outta them, causing major pain for her sadistic ass. But wait, there's more! This crazy bitch also uses a vibrator to try and reach an orgasm while all those shards are still stuck inside her. Finally, she flushes whatever remains down the drain in a bathtub, using a showerhead to wash away the evidence.

In the early morning hours, on a picturesque pebble beach, Jessica mercilessly flogs Holly's quivering pussy in various positions until the tears stream down her face and she can barely utter a sound.

Jessica brought some hot chili peppers into the dungeon today. She put her ass on the floor and stuffed those suckers in her mouth like they were going out of style. Once she was good and numb, she let loose with a river of spit that soaked through her hairless crotch and made her pussy glisten. As the capsaicin kicked in, she went from zero to a hundred real quick. Screaming, thrashing, and wailing, she clawed at her skin and tore off her pantyhose in a desperate bid for relief. But the pain just kept coming, wave after wave of it, until she thought she might actually pass out. When she finally stopped convulsing, she pulled out a vibrator and gave herself a shuddering orgasm that left her spent and satisfied.

I had always been curious about the tension test sessions, some of the girls had enjoyed it while others had hated every moment. Now, having finally experienced it for myself, I can confidently say that I belong to the latter category. The pain was beyond anything I had ever imagined - as if my very being were being torn apart at the seams. The first few pairs of panties refused to yield, no matter how hard I struggled against them, prolonging my torment until I thought I would surely go mad. My poor, tender flesh was shredded like meat on a butcher's hook, leaving me gasping for breath and begging for mercy.