leverage

Tammy handcuffed Lisa's hands behind her back and shoved her forward. Lisa got a good look at the basement. It was like some sort of porno-**** chamber. There were stocks, a rack, bars suspended from the ceiling at various heights, hooks on the walls holding paddles, whips, leashes, chains, shackles, gags, and handcuffs, and shelves holding various dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and enema bags. Two large masked men in black leather pants and no shirts stood at attention with their hands behind their backs. She gasped. "What are you going to do to me! Harm me, and daddy will have his ****!"

"We'll see what daddy is willing to risk to save you ass," said Tammy as she shoved Lisa forward and kicked her ass. "Take her and put her in there!" she said.

The two men came forward and took Lisa by the arms. they **** her on her knees and put her head into the stocks and locked it.

"Pull all of her hair through then secure her!"

The men pulled Lisa's thick, dark, silky soft hair through so it hung about her head, then made some adjustments so that the hole in the stocks was made smaller to fit snugly around Lisa's neck, making it nearly impossible for her to move her ead. She saw Tammy walk behind her. "I'm warning you!" said Lisa.

"Gag this bitch!" said Tammy. "That one!"

One of the men took a large pacifier from the shelve and tried to shove it in Lisa's mouth, but she clamped her teeth shut. The man then held Lisa's nose shut, until she **** her mouth open to breath. He shoved the pacifier in then taped it in with a strand of duct tape.

Lisa felt someone undoing her pants, so she kicked backwards and felt her foot connect with someone's shin.

"You fucking bitch!" yelled Tammy. "Bind her ankles!"

Lisa saw the two men grab a spreader bar with shackles on each end and walk behind her. She felt a man grab an ankle and secure her ankles to the bar. She then felt the bar being secured to the floor. She still had her knees on the floor, but her ankles were spread far apart. She then felt someone cut her pants with a blade and peel the pieces of her pants off until she wore nothing but her black thong. The Thong was then cut off. "Whack!"

Lisa tried to yelp into the gag. She was paddled over and over, and the pain was intense. She cried as her ass was on fire. The paddling finally stopped. Lisa then heard some noises behind her. She heard some sort of buzzing sound. Suddenly she felt something press up against her rectum and enter it. She moaned into the gag. It felt like a metal dildo that had been smeared with Vaseline was being rammed into her ass and vibrating while being jerked back and forth.

Tammy and her two henchmen walked back in front of Lisa. The dildo was apparently on some sort of machine that kept anally fucking Lisa. She kept moaning into the gag.

Tammy had her hands behind her back. She motioned to one of the henchmen who walked out of view of Lisa but came back several moments later with a video camera and started filming Lisa. Lisa then looked at Lisa in horror as Lisa pulled her hands from behind her back. Lisa held a cordless trimmer in her hand. she turned it on, and Tammy saw the blades of the hair clippers start to move back and forth.

"Maybe I should send your daddy a present to let him know you're mine. Maybe if I sent him that lucious hair you are soooo proud of!"

Lisa tried to shake her head. Her eyes grew wide and she tried to plead into the gag. Her hair was her pride and joy. She spend hundreds of dollars a month on stylists and products.

"But first some humiliation," said Tammy. She walked forward as her henchman with the camera moved in for a better view. Tammy held Lisa's head with one hand and shaved off Lisa's left eyebrow as Lisa cried harder. She then clipped one long strang of Lisa's gorgeous hair and showed it to Lisa. "Ooopsie!" she said.

To Lisa, losing her hair was even worse than the pain her ass was enduring from the machine anally fucking her.