INFERNAL RESTRAINTS - Hitcher / Hitchhiker gets turned to petgirl
Cora Moth stands by the highway, her tight tank top hugging her perky tits, denim shorts riding up her ass. A van pulls over—the wrong van, she'll later realize. The driver, rugged and intense with a taste in music that mirrors hers, offers a ride partway. She hops in, thighs parting slightly as she settles into the seat.
In the van, she admits she's broke. He proposes a stop at his house—do some cleaning, help with a few things, he'll pay cash or cover her ticket. Desperate and fooled by his seemingly nice demeanor, she agrees.
Inside, he hands her a bus ticket. "You owe me now," he smirks. When she asks to shower, he pulls out a camera. She protests; he reminds her about the ticket, his tone shifting from charming to threatening. Trapped, she submits.
He produces his ex-girlfriend's skimpy dress—thin fabric, barely there—and plastic cuffs. In the living room, Cora stands trembling as he strips her down, hands roaming her body before binding her wrists tight behind her back, ankles secured, a collar clicking around her throat.
She drops, palms and knees hitting hardwood. He wraps the leash around his fist and yanks. Cora crawls, tits swaying beneath the flimsy dress, ass exposed—no panties, her shaved cunt visible between her thighs with every humiliating movement. He pulls her toward him, then forces her to crawl circles around the room, filming her degradation, her flushed face, her spreading knees.
But the torment doesn't end there. At his feet, he produces rolls of black wrap. He encases her completely, mummifying her from neck to toe in tight black layers, leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed. She struggles against the bonds, but the plastic cuffs and wraps hold firm. Then comes the cage—a metal contraption he shoves her into, curled and helpless, still bound and encased.
He frees his cock outside the bars. She knows what comes next—working off her debt with her mouth, bound and helpless in her black prison, earning every dollar of that fucking ticket while he films her ultimate humiliation.
Uploaded: 2026.07.22
Released: 2019
In the van, she admits she's broke. He proposes a stop at his house—do some cleaning, help with a few things, he'll pay cash or cover her ticket. Desperate and fooled by his seemingly nice demeanor, she agrees.
Inside, he hands her a bus ticket. "You owe me now," he smirks. When she asks to shower, he pulls out a camera. She protests; he reminds her about the ticket, his tone shifting from charming to threatening. Trapped, she submits.
He produces his ex-girlfriend's skimpy dress—thin fabric, barely there—and plastic cuffs. In the living room, Cora stands trembling as he strips her down, hands roaming her body before binding her wrists tight behind her back, ankles secured, a collar clicking around her throat.
She drops, palms and knees hitting hardwood. He wraps the leash around his fist and yanks. Cora crawls, tits swaying beneath the flimsy dress, ass exposed—no panties, her shaved cunt visible between her thighs with every humiliating movement. He pulls her toward him, then forces her to crawl circles around the room, filming her degradation, her flushed face, her spreading knees.
But the torment doesn't end there. At his feet, he produces rolls of black wrap. He encases her completely, mummifying her from neck to toe in tight black layers, leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed. She struggles against the bonds, but the plastic cuffs and wraps hold firm. Then comes the cage—a metal contraption he shoves her into, curled and helpless, still bound and encased.
He frees his cock outside the bars. She knows what comes next—working off her debt with her mouth, bound and helpless in her black prison, earning every dollar of that fucking ticket while he films her ultimate humiliation.
Uploaded: 2026.07.22
Released: 2019
