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Elis Euryale's slave is standing up, arms and balls strictly tied up and connected to the suspension frame. Elis teases him with her extreme high heels and pantyhosed legs, as they both know they are his stronger desire and also his ruin... He worships her soles, shoe and legs, kissing the sheer lingerie and feeling her smooth skin on his lips, under the delicate material. As usual Elis' contemplation doesn't last long enough for him to indulge fully in his favorite fetish, and she soon grabs his balls in her firm leather gloved hands, squeezing and boxing them with the most sadistic smile. Her long legs that he loves so much will also become the second executioner of his pain, and she will kick and bust the laughable epitome of masculinity that he keeps between his thighs... until his crying and whining resonate everywhere in the dark dungeon...