EXTREME. Nikita plunges his newest gift into a swirling maelstrom of whips, straps, canes, belts and paddles. Anton is allowed no respite from the sharp, bruising impact that rips his body. His tormented face, his crimson back, his ruined ass, his striped thighs and calves, his brutalized feet are testament to Nikita’s single-minded intent. Anton thrashes, cries, pleads and yells but nothing stops the pure, pulsating hell Nikita delivers. While I have not been there yet, can hell really be this amazing?