The Most Brutal and Sexy BDSM Videos Collection [Part 2]

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Видео � �айта Insex.com
размер видео файла: 89 мб
разрешение: 320х240
формат видео: rm
кодек: Real Media
продолжительно�ть: 54 минуты
жанр: BDSM, Bondage, Torture

File size: 89.0 MB




Download Insex - Violet LiveFeed 3

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Video + full photoset

Release: 2000

I entered the studio, feeling confident in my wicked little outfit. Every aspect was meant to draw attention to me from my purple hair, to my naughty little dress, to the stockings and garters that could be glimpsed as I walked up the stairs. On the street, I am confident in my armor, a blur of purple and black, with the occasional glint of silver from the metal on my boots. I would later come to regret wearing those particular boots to the shoot, as much as I usually enjoy the attention they afford me...

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Duration: 01:00:01

Resolution: 320 x 240

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Download Insex - Violet

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Amount photo: 125 foto
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Download Insex - violetlf

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Видео � �айта Insex.com
размер видео файла: 191 мб
разрешение: 320х240
формат видео: rm
кодек: Real Media
продолжительно�ть: 1 ча� 58 минут
жанр: BDSM, Bondage, Torture

File size: 191.3 MB




Download Insex - Water Wheel, Lorelei Lee

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Amount photo: 172 foto
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Download Insex - yxlf1

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Live Feed 2/12/01

I awoke at 4:30 this morning to the music of Aliens. My body was screaming from the aftershock but I was soaked. Then I remembered I’ve been dripping all day pacing around the dungeon. Just thinking about the sting of the flogger and offering myself for the next blow of the cane. The horror of the submissive stance in such a predicament and knowing its near. Realizing it’s going to happen today, an hour, right now.

I don’t understand pain and my developing arousal. My body resists this; why do I revel in it? The leather strap wraps around my arms behind me. Shoulder blades are put in their place, the straps squeeze the flesh of the upper arms. Then, it slips around my neck and is pulled taught to my ankles. My breasts are adjusted with tight coils.

I have two choices. I can lie on my stomach, which creates pressure on the breasts, the hipbones and stomach. This position enables me to a little pressure off the garrote. The other position is on my side. This one strangles me while placing my upper body weight on one arm. This position is slightly easier on the back. The legs are immobilized in either position.

Why do they call it a Hog-tie? I wonder. Hogs can’t do this. And in my body I feel more like an angel. Breasts fixed, stomach stretched tight and head pulled back into a position of flight. But after a while it hits me. Hogs sniff and grovel in the mud, and in their own shit. And here I am squirming around on the dirty floor; my flesh nothing but a cleaning utensil picking up dust and mud from the bottoms of shoes. I’ve never been this close to the ground. The concrete sucks the heat out of me but the furnace and the strain of the garrote gives me more than enough heat.

He gets bored and tired of my chattering. A large ball gag is secured in my mouth. It has a tube in it so one can breath. It is almost impossible to breathe through your nose due the stretch of the jaw. It closes the nasal passage. Saliva collects and must be forced out of the mouth in order to breathe. The size of the ball induces a dull pain in the jaw.

There is a cold puddle of drool that I am forced to stew in. The slimy substance does not soak into my skin. It further cleans the floor. The de-humanization process is getting too me. I cry and snot fills my nose. He’s enjoying the spectacle. He’s telling me to stimulate the breast clamps with my weight. Now he’s watching me. He singletails the clamps to remove them but they are not falling off. I almost feel human for a moment.

I don’t care anymore. The de-humanization process is complete. I guess my pussy is the only part of me that has survived. He asked me if I want some pleasure. I think I’m getting it whether I want it or not. I’m scared when he begins to work the vibrator. My predicament has finally settled down. Please don’t make me move my legs.

He makes me cum quick. I am surprised at the speed with which I explode, spray and separate into pieces. It’s an invasion of joint pain, pressure against the floor, my limbs instinctively jerking and fighting the noose. I have no control over the pleasure. And there is nothing else.

Release: 2001

Size: 61.1 Mb


File size: 61.2 MB




Download Insexarchives 101's FEBRUARY FEED

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1016's livefeed starts out in a shiny metal cage. All dressed up in her office outfit, she is made to expose herself for the audience. Pretty soon the clothing is torn away from her voluptuous body.

This feed features endurance, hair gag, tape, tickling, cloth pins, feet torture, caning, extreme positions, face torture, pony play, humiliation, forced exercise, spanking, flogging, tit torture and of course some insex style forced orgasm.

The video quality of this feed leaves to be desired, but the content more then makes up for that.

Release: 2000

Size: 97.2 Mb


File size: 97.3 MB




Download Insexarchives 1016

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Would you know me if you saw me on the street? Would you recognize the animal lurking inside me, waiting to be Would you see it in my eyes? Would you tap your buddy on the shoulder, point, and whisper, "That, my friend, is a bondage slut?" Would you suspect that only two hours ago I was lying naked on a cold, concrete floor, bound and gagged and writhing in pain?
Probably not.
I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t have the bruises to prove it.

Today was more than just an innocent experiment–it was a test of will power, a psychological battle, an exploration of my dark side, and, ultimately, a transformation. I wanted to push myself, to see how far my body could bend and how much torture it could take. I don’t know what pain is, but I want to find out. I want to feel it, to possess it, to conquer it. PD tells me that pain is all in my head, signals that my body sends to my brain. It is up to the mind to receive these messages, process them, accept them, and finally to transcend. Sounds logical, right? All I can say is: easier said than done.

He started off by tying my hands behind my back in reverse prayer. I like this position. The stretch running down the sides of my arms and back is a sort of soothing for me. He bound my legs together tightly and pulled them back towards my head as far as they could go (I thought). Lying there by myself on the cold, hard gray floor, I shivered and struggled to break loose. In an attempt to all the tension and agony building up inside me, I tried to scream through the metal gag I had clenched between my teeth. PD approached me and freed my legs so that I was no longer forced to arch my back. I breathed a sigh of though I knew this was only going to get worse. He tried to hogtie me again with my legs pulled back further and I resisted, to no avail. Then he left me again and delighted in my anguish as I twisted and turned, searching for a comfortable position that I knew was impossible to find and crying out for help I was sure would never arrive. He returned and rested my chest on his knees. Breathless and exhau
sted, I contemplated moving away, but then resolved to accept his kindness while he was offering it. He was being easy on me and I knew it.

For the next scene he was not so nice. Suspended by the ropes behind my back, I gasped for breath as he wrapped leather tightly around my breasts, taped my mouth, and tied my wide-open legs to a wooden branch. He attached weights to 4 strings on my pubic hairs and clamped both my nipples. In the air like this for my first time, I felt strangely powerful, like I could do anything I wanted to do. But then the dizziness became worse and worse. The pain he was trying to inflict was nothing to me. He could have done anything he wanted and it wouldn’t have mattered–all I wanted was air. I tried to breathe deeply but the ropes around my ribs constricted my chest and would not allow my lungs to expand. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, I was lowered to the ground and untied. The worst was over. Or so I believed.

Immediately after these ropes were removed, I was transformed into the bondage bitch PD wants me to be–restrained, submissive, available to be tortured and consumed by anyone and everyone. A corset was laced tightly around my waist so that my breathing was restricted once again. My hands were stuffed into fingerless gloves that were attached to the collar around my neck and I wore tall black toe shoes. It surprised me to realize that I felt sexy like this. My body trembled with eager anticipation of what was coming next. For the final touch, PD pulled a black mask over my head so that I was in complete darkness and could only get air through two tiny nose holes. I have never been this helpless. Up until this point, I could always see where PD was and what he was going to do to me. I was filled with a mixture of terror, excitement, and dread. Supported by a harness over my head, I stood up for what seemed like an eternity. My face sweated and my legs shook violently as I blindly attempted to balance on my ac
hing toes. Suddenly, I was lifted up and placed on the concrete once again. A welcome change. That is until I heard PD stepping toward me. He beat me with something–I don’t know what or for how long–on my chest, my legs, my ass. This was something I was not expecting and had never felt before. I cried, jerked, and screamed with abandon. But eventually I calmed myself slightly and tried to separate mind from body.

A little pain, I tell myself. A tiny ache and nothing more. I leave the studio with burns and bruises, my medals of honor that I hope will not fade before I return to receive new ones. "I can take this," I convince myself. "Oh, this is nothing," my internal beast answers back. "You can take this and much, much more."

Release: 2001

Size: 93 Mb



File size: 93.2 MB




Download Insexarchives 411's TEST

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65 wants it all, bondage, pain, and submission. It’s the dream of a lifetime. She’s heard about Insex, its dark reputation. But she can see it’s the real thing. Shackled to a bed frame in the middle of a hayfield, she’s cold from the drizzle. PD gags her with a handful of hay. She’s got a pussy full of grass. For 65, it’s only the beginning.

While she’s locked in a cage. 65’s pussy is fingered, basted with oil, and cooked. And later, as she’s shackled onto “the H� with her legs locked over her head and her ass in the air, her pussy gives her away. She’s drenched from the excitement of her maltreatment. Candle wax scalds her delicate ass. The candle plugs her asshole, the backs of her thighs are caned, and her pussy gets fat and red in anticipation. PD trains her to be silent as he hurts her. An electrode shocks her pussy until she begs for what she hates. More caning. The cane strokes fall fast and furious. She weeps and says that she wants whatever pleases him.

On her elbows and knees, hook in her ass, and metal ring in her mouth, he tests first one hole, then the other. Milking tubes suck onto her nipples. The head of the vibrator buries into her pussy. Her cunt is ripe, milky pussy juice dripping.

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Release 2004

Size: 124 Mb


File size: 124.6 MB




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