A defiant criminal awaits her fate, bound tightly to a special chair. She struggles against her restraints, but her resistance only sets the stage for the arrival of her executioner. He enters with a burning torch, his presence imposing and threatening, as he warns her of the punishment to come.
In a moment of defiance, Ariel extinguishes the torch, further enraging her captor. To teach her a lesson, he places a helmet with glowing diodes on her head and uses a Darsonval device to play with microcurrents on her body. Ariel snarls, screams, and rolls her eyes in bo...
By Dero
A defiant criminal awaits her fate, bound tightly to a special chair. She struggles against her restraints, but her resistance only sets the stage for the arrival of her executioner. He enters with a burning torch, his presence imposing and threatening, as he warns her of the punishment to come.
In a moment of defiance, Ariel extinguishes the torch, further enraging her captor. To teach her a lesson, he places a helmet with glowing diodes on her head and uses a Darsonval device to play with microcurrents on her body. Ariel snarls, screams, and rolls her eyes in both frustration and discomfort.
Now standing with her arms tied behind her back, she becomes even more vulnerable. The executioner methodically cuts away her dress, revealing her bare skin. He wastes no time, delivering stinging blows to her exposed backside with a whip and a crop. Ariel cries out in pain, her resistance slowly diminishing under the sharp strikes.
Briefly freed, Ariel attempts to escape but is quickly recaptured. This time, her arms are tied apart, and the executioner continues to shred her dress, exposing more of her body. With her hands bound above her head, she endures another round of punishment, her cries echoing in the chamber. She is then placed over the executioner's lap, her stockings torn away as he delivers firm, stinging spanks with a broad paddle. Ariel whimpers and groans, unable to hold back her reactions.
Kneeling with her rear raised, she is once again subjected to the sting of his whip. Her captor's strikes grow increasingly intense as she is repositioned onto a bench, where he targets her thighs and buttocks with precise, unrelenting blows.
The destruction of her dress continues until Ariel, nearly naked, stands with her arms stretched out. The executioner lashes her chest with the whip, cutting away the last remnants of fabric. He reintroduces the Darsonval, sending jolts of microcurrents through her body until she collapses back into the chair.
Now positioned with her back to him, Ariel receives the final punishing blows across her buttocks and back. Exhausted and overwhelmed, she is left to catch her breath, her body marked by the session, as the executioner steps away.
