Sexy blonde bombshell Macy Cartel is stretched out on a foil lined table with heat lamps suspended just a foot above her curvy body. Her wrists and ankles are locked in tight leather cuffs with her ankle cuffs padlocked to a set of ring mounted at the base of the table keeping her legs spread apart. Her wrists are locked in another set of leather cuffs padlocked to a short wooden dowel attached to a chain running up to a winch above her head. An old bandanna has been pulled between her teeth and tied behind her head. She begs and cries into her gag as I slowly crank the winch pulling her bo...

Sexy blonde bombshell Macy Cartel is stretched out on a foil lined table with heat lamps suspended just a foot above her curvy body. Her wrists and ankles are locked in tight leather cuffs with her ankle cuffs padlocked to a set of ring mounted at the base of the table keeping her legs spread apart. Her wrists are locked in another set of leather cuffs padlocked to a short wooden dowel attached to a chain running up to a winch above her head. An old bandanna has been pulled between her teeth and tied behind her head. She begs and cries into her gag as I slowly crank the winch pulling her body tighter and tighter until her helpless body is stretched to her limits. Macy can barely move as the heat lamps slowly begin so singe her tender flesh. Helpless Macy pulls desperately at her leather restraints as she realizes that she is being cooked and roasted alive under the intense heat of the lamps. She begs and cries into her gag for help but there is no one to hear her pitiful cries. Her body is soaked in sweat - Macy can feel the hot lamps burning her flesh. The heat begins to take is toll on her stretched and helpless body as she grows weaker and weaker from dehydration. She feels her brain begin to cook and makes one last desperate struggle to free herself from the table but it is hopeless there is no escape as she gives up the fight and her eyes roll back in her head waiting for her inevitable end to come. I'm an evil cannibal and I enter the room sharpening my implement then poke and prod her stretched bound helpless body testing her flesh then insert a temperature probe into Macy's pussy to check her temperature. I see it will be a few more hours before she is roasted to perfection. I picks up a carving tool and sharpening steel and begin to sharpen the edge while poor Macy watches and whimpers in horror. I tell the girl that the more she struggles the more intense the the more tender the meat. I place the blade at poor Macy's throat but tells her that I could put her out of her misery and make it a quick but that will spoil the fun and her meat would be less tender. I laugh and leave poor Macy slowly roasting alive on the table.