In a dimly lit, steel-walled chamber, Blonde Vicky Vette, wearing black latex leggings and a cleavage-baring top, awaits her captor. As she hears the lock click, her eyes widen in terror, but she's soon distracted by the sight of the leather-clad brute wielding a whip. His voice is low and menacing as he demands, "Strip." She obeys slowly, trembling, revealing her shaved pussy and heavy tits jiggling within her semitransparent bra. With each stroke of the whip against her flesh, she moans louder, her arousal mixed with fear. Finally, he orders her to spread her legs wide and approach him.
