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Deprived Live Feed Spacegirl, 331, Donna - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

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I watched with trepidation as my strange bed was wheeled out in front of me. Wires, tubes, fluid bags, suction and electricity. The platform awaited me; it loomed eerily before me, all the tools of horror in anticipation of my naked body. I was removed from my cage and obediently lay down. My excitement was laced with fear as I realized that it was really happening now; I had waited for months to live this fantasy and it was about to become real. I was strapped down to the bed. Headphones were placed in my ears, blaring white noise and strange otherworldly sounds. My metal helmet was placed over my face and tightly secured. I was now trapped- but most of all trapped inside my own head. I became immediately disoriented in the darkness and relentless sound. My legs were spread and a catheter and dildo were inserted as I lay motionless and helpless to struggle or even respond.

Suddenly, all the groping and probing hands were gone. I was all alone now in the darkness and the drowning endless sound. I tried to concentrate on the sound; time became my torment. With every passing moment, my body sent new messages of panic and pain: the dildo stuffed so tightly within me, the burning of the catheter, the ache of my bound muscles. The sound was my only anchor to reality- I began to feel increasingly disconnected from my body, from my self. My disorientation grew as I dimly heard voices beyond the white noise. I began to wonder if they were truly voices or just hallucinatory and contained within the relentless static.

When I felt suction on my breasts and clit, I was overjoyed! At last, a moment when I am connected and not alone! The electricity felt like strange prickling fingers, teasing and caressing my skin. Even as the charge increased, the pain was a welcome distraction. When it ceased, I quietly begged pd for more. My tiny hope was that he would leave it on and it could help me to survive the agonizing hours that I knew remained. But my real torment was to be wheeled away, abandoned as a mere prop while Donna played with 331. After the shock treatment, time became an uncanny blur. I remember dimly some blankets placed over me. Occasional sounds and voices floated into my consciousness; I could no longer distinguish them. The white noise receded until it seemed like silence. Before my helmet was removed, the noise was switched off. It was so sudden and unexpected that it jarred me more powerfully than any electric shock. When the helmet came off, my eyes screamed at the scathing light by my mind was still stunned in the absence of the white noise. It had become comforting to me; it had been like an umbilical cord that anchored me to the earth as I floated in my dreamlike space. My return to the voices and the blinding lights of the studio felt like a strange birth-- I was released from my placid womb of endless empty space.

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Original FileName: 20030423 - Deprived (Live Feed From April 19, 2003) (Spacegirl, 331, Donna)

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Seven's Training - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

seven's physical flexibility, long hair, wide mouth, and ample breasts determine the course of this piece. By the end, her breasts become the focus of entire composition.

The piece starts with seven looking the debutante in baby blue sweater and knee length skirt. Her bright red lipstick and heels will soon be matched by a bright red cunt. In the beginning, seven seems sure of herself, throwing sultry looks at the camera. She is soon reined in by strenuous bondage, her wrists roped together and pulled over her head and then bent downward tight to her back. A ligating cord is drawn about her neck. We can see her surprise as her discomfort becomes obvious within the first few minutes. That wide mouth of hers is soon stuffed and so much tape applied that the lower half of her face is encased.

After more rope is added in the next segment, the scene becomes reminiscent of the Perils of Pauline. But not for long. It is soon a scene with Insex written all over it. She is tied cross-legged with arms behind. Then her neck is brought to her ankles, rendering her helpless. Another rope binding ankles, thighs, and lower back, ensures she is folded tightly and that her holes are available for use. Her skirt is pulled up. Scissors cut a hole in her tights. Her sheer pink panties are slid into her slit. The scissors investigate her lovely pink labia. Fingers penetrate. Her underwear is cut off and stuffed into her mouth. Her face is taped once more before the eroscillator makes its first appearance.

At last, her breasts make their debut. Her sweater and bra are cut and her full breasts pulled outward, drooping like fruits. By now, her lipstick is smudged. The clear plastic funnel tied in her mouth finds its perfect use by holding the inflatable gag.

Next is a marvelous hogtie suspension. She is hoisted to the perfect height for sexual use. A nose hook keeps her head arched upward. She begins to fuss, but this is hardly the end of her training.

A large, open chair-like perch is constructed of 4-by-4's with metal bracing in order to guarantee maximum availability. seven is tied to it in a squatting position. Her breasts are tied off tightly, bobbling like balloons at a summer fair. The ass hook tests her ability to hold position. The hook is applied to her cunt in the next scene, lifting her pelvis off the "chair". She is held up and exposed in this way, and caned until she cries.

As the training progresses, seven is introduced to an electric anal stim, a two hole fuck with Mr. Pogo and the fucking machine, and a flogging that heightens the glow of her pussy to the color of a poinsettia.

But the coup de grace is the final scene - a single breast protruding from a metal container. The aspect of nurturance held in isolation. A visual moan. He brings from the nipple tip rather than milk. We are left with that image, . And metal as the encasement of female.

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Fire & Iron Live Feed 411 - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

Stocks weighing heavily on my neck and shoulders, I dance nervously against the dungeon's brick wall. Today I am a prisoner in this new place. My first sentence: three hours of torturous anticipation.

Time races by and the real torture begins, starting with a suspension and introduction to the singletail. The crack of the whip is frightening; it stings against my skin. Rope digs into my inner thighs. i'm filled with the new sensations. Screaming, but loving it.

He ties me tightly then, ropes around my arms and ribs. My foot is lifted - I offer it to him. He canes my sole then works up and down both legs. When he unties me, I am purple and striped. This body is mine, I know. But it's still hard to believe.

The gibbet is built around me, molding my goosebumped flesh. He raises me high in the air and I look down at the world below, feeling so separated from it now. Unforgiving metal digs into my feet and my legs weaken in their position. Closing them is no relief; the thick dildo pushed up into me is brutal. I tremble uncontrollably. When will this end? When he wants it to.

On the ground again, he belts me down to a chair. My rationality abandons me as soon as I hear the forge's fierce crackling and feel its heat behind me. I am screaming and squeezing the tears back even before the action begins. This is real. Maybe too real. As the hot iron nears my aching feet, I know I have to keep still. Pain is released in long continuous shrieks. I am consumed by my own fear. Then it is over and I'm almost sorry.

Thankfully, Sir Barry works me with his canes. Ass and feet at the same time. He won't put up with all that noise I make. Quietly I let the tears flow and accept his final blows.

At the show's end I'm in a state of shock. My body is sore all over, but my mind is flying high. Subspace dissolves around me and I see the studio: the lights, the people, the cameras. And the dungeon is behind me, less foreboding, more familiar. It has absorbed my screams, my agony and pain. And now it waits for the next victim.

Original FileName: 20030708 - Fire & Iron (Live Feed From May 1, 2002) (411)

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California Star - Pony Girl At The Ranch


Release Year: 2013

Pony Girl At The Ranch (1986) is the California Star movie that started the Ponygirl genre.
Pony Girls and the sequel were combined minus Traci Lords footage to form a new video: Pony Girl: At the Ranch

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731 Live Feed Spacegirl - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

Day number two of 731�s January 2003 live feed begins with 731 in her metal container, peeing into a metal pan.

She bathes in a metal box fitted with a glass plate. A hose is fed inside the top to create a shower. Her soapy fingers slide and glide around her lovely genitals, slipping back to cleanse her cunt. She turns her body in order to show her fingers cleaning out her asshole. The brash cane marks from the day before crisscross her rounded cheeks.

Space girl, who has been in a cage in the background, is released. She is taught ten positions, each of which makes available some important part of her anatomy. When 731 finishes applying her makeup, she joins Spacegirl, moving through the list of positions. Spacegirl assumes position number five. This raises her ass into the perfect position for a caning. 731 is given a cane and told to strike Spacegirl. 731, who can take quite a lot of impact, seems loath to strike Spacegirl, apologizing and asking Spacegirl if she is ready. They switch positions. Spacegirl is told to choose a big cane for 731.

Afterward, Spacegirl�s neck is locked into the metal box, her body providing a foil for the intense and extended impact session that follows. 731�s wrists are strapped to the vertical pole above the metal box and her back and rear are flogged bright red. 731 begins to jerk and moan with each hit. The glitter of her eye shadow is mixed with tears when the cane is brought out and put to use again. A rain of cane strokes falls upon 731. She weeps. A single tail appears, creating long welts that stripe her back.

731 is turned so that her front is to the whip, her arms raised and strapped behind her. The single tail practices on her nipples. Her breasts and pelvis are caned. More red stripes appear. More tears. The single tail appears again, this time drawing * near her pussy.

After Spacegirl is made to eat her dinner from the floor, 731 is bound to a chair with her legs spread. She leans forward and vocalizes toward a timer that sits a few feet from her chair. Anyone unfamiliar with audio activated stim units may not understand that she is testing the stim. We might suppose, from her performance, that 731 is a pain slut. And we would probably be correct.

The strength of the electrical current is adjusted upward, and a gag is taped into 731�s mouth so that she cannot affect her own torment. The timer is set. She sits and waits. A close up of her genitals shows the metal end the stim where it protrudes from her vagina. The ring of her clit hood piercing rests against the stim. Her clitoris bulges outward, the furrowed skin pink.

The clock ticks. She rarely takes her eyes from it. And so tape is applied, cutting off her vision so that she will be unable to guess when her punishment will occur. The brash buzzing of the timer resounds. Her pelvis, thigh, and ass muscles contract, pushing her against the ropes. At the same moment, she screams into the gag. Three times, the buzzer sounds. Three times, she screams. The gag is removed. Another buzz sounds and this time her scream is not muffled.

Then the chat voice is turned up louder so that it will activate the stim. A quick series of repetitive shocks are administered along with the syllables of the chat voice. Viewers begin writing series of percussive consonants as a way to activate the stim. Her clit gleams, flushed. PD talks into the audio stim and she screams, then laughs with him, every laugh causing her a bit of torment.

After 731 is placed into a hogtie, she is then laid upon her back with her thighs spread. Her clit ring gleams. She is prepped for piercing. The are squeezed onto her left outer labia. A thick, gauge ten needle is driven through her flesh without a peep from 731. Yes. A true pain slut. A few moments later, her right labial fold is prepped. The needle is placed into position and punched through her skin. Again, not a sound from 731. Her new jewelry is put in place. Smears of * and a trail of red accentuate the flush of her genitals.

Original FileName: 20030920 - 731 (Live Feed From January 7, 2003) (731, Spacegirl)

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The Trial Live Feed RAW 411, YX - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

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"Guilty," boomed the voice of the judge.

She thought he yawned then. She thought his fingers looked like worms, slimy, dirty. She hated him. She hated.

"Fuck you!"

She hadn�t known she was going to scream. It surprised her more than it did her handlers. She tried to knock down her handlers again, using the beam, but they were too quick.

"Fuck you and your goddamn fucking. . ." But they�d grabbed her. She fought.

"Send her to Retraining," he said, waving his hand as though she were nothing but a fly. And she had been pestering him. "And it is the judgment of this court that even after retraining, that this subject will always be a danger to The Order." He shifted, folding his arms and measuring her. "She�ll be sold as a sex-slave afterwards. Her selling price forfeited to the state as payment for her education."

"And for her outburst," he said, his eyes bright, much too interested in her, too familiar, "Flog the bitch." He sat down, leaning forward, a small smile on his lips as his eyes locked onto hers. "Now," he said. "No mercy."

He leaned back. "Entertain me."

" Time for daddy to clean you up." He kissed her again and pushed her head away. "Such a dirty girl." He grabbed hold of a hose and nozzle. "We know what to do with dirty girls."

They shaved her clean. And all the while, the man played with her tits.

They made a sudden turn into a large room. In this room another woman waited, locked in a cage similar to hers. And she wore the same kind of collar riveted on her neck.

The handlers her. They pointed to the other girl. "See?" They said. "She knows how to keep her trap shut." Then they stared back at her.

"Slaves have no voice, no rights. Slaves have nothing. They ARE nothing."

The handler hit her with a riding crop. "Make love to her," he said. "Pleasure her. Show me what a good sex slave you have become."

She was shocked. And she swayed. She could hardly stand in the shoes they�d put on her feet, so when they let go of her, she fell against the other woman. She clung to her. And the woman�s skin, naked, warm, soft, filled her mind. She forgot about everything else. Only the wonderful skin, her warmth, her eyes, so kind.

"Suck her tits."

The whip cut into her ass. Once, twice.

The bound woman nodded to her, as though to say, don�t worry. It�s all right.

So she allowed her lips to trail along the skin above the woman�s breast. She moved her fingers down her sides, caressing. So wonderful. So much delight. She kissed the nipple, feeling it tighten.

The whip bit into her.

And so they started caning, first the other woman, and then her. A microphone was placed in front of each of their mouths, so if either of them screamed from the pain, the other woman would receive an electrical shock from the long probe that had been taped inside of her. And so each tried not to scream. She bit her tongue until it , but it didn�t help. She couldn�t stop her screams. Nor could the woman beside her.

But she had a control near one of her hands. It controlled the piston that went in and out of the other woman. And that woman had a similar control near her hand.

She fucked the other woman. She gained tremendous pleasure from fucking her. And the other woman toyed with her in ingenious ways. Her eyes grew bright with excitement at listening to her moans of delight.

They tied her and the woman together. Flesh to flesh. They were encouraged to touch as much as they were able. And they were given vibrators.

They touched, caressed. It was the moment of happiness brought on by months of preparation. And they used the vibrators, but kept edging them away, making it go on and on. Making it linger. She would have made it last forever. But when the handlers saw what they were doing, the whips started, and she couldn�t bear to hear her friend whipped. So she finished it. She made the woman come. And her heart stopped. The woman�s screams of pleasure were her screams. And later, even after it was over, and she was moved out of the retraining facility, she could hear the screams over and over.

They brought her a dangerous kind of happiness.

He came back. The judge. Not long after that day, she was taken from her cage and a number was scrawled across her back. She was sold, crated, and delivered.

He uses her now whenever it pleases him, even when he sits in his chair and passes judgment. She kneels between his legs, his cock in her mouth, sucking.

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Interlude Live Feed Spacegirl, Moonshine - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

Interlude is the edited footage of a live feed with Spacegirl and Moonshine, shot in three segments, July 12, 2003. The first half of Interlude explores the imago and predicament of long term containment. The second half follows Moonshine into the barn for intense bondage, torment, and pleasure.

It begins with two girls naked on a mattress, chained to the wall. One wears a solid metal hood. The other wears a heavy metal head cage. The one wearing the metal hood investigates its immutable surface with her hands, as though trying to understand it. The two girls touch one another. They hold hands, seeking comfort in this strange circumstance where they wait and wait.

Upon a mantel rests a skull and torture devices, perhaps portraying the course of things to come. Then we see a metal container. The doors are opened to reveal two girls packed side by side within, separated by a metal grid.

Once the hoods are removed, Spacegirl and Moonshine sit, waiting. Time is the enemy. It eats into muscle, into the mind. The container is turned on its side so that now they are stacked, one above the other. They re-position, their naked young flesh stark inside so much metal. Metal plates are removed from the side and each girl�s head is pulled out and bracketed in place.

Spacegirl is slapped in the face repeatedly. They are both gagged. The metal grid is hard on knees. Pain mounts in small increments. Clothespins are placed on tongues, ear lobes, and the septa of their noses. They wait. Now time is . Drool drips into the hair of the one below. The girls help one another, finding a way to remove the clothespins. But with the clothespins gone, the pain of their position becomes paramount. Their torment rises.

The gags are removed. More face slapping. But a caress here and there between the slaps creates compliance, willingness. The metal plates are unscrewed. They recoil into their containment, worn down by captivity.


The second part takes place in the barn. Moonshine is strapped onto a chair. A tight black leather hood conforms to her face. She has only a small hole through which to breathe, rocking with each breath as though it is a struggle.

His shadow darkens her form as he . He fondles, kisses, plays with her breasts. Her feet are raised to the front corners of the seat and strapped in place, so that her knees are up and separated.

When the hood is removed, a clear plastic bag, loosely fitted to the head and neck, is put in place. The plastic fogs from the moisture of her breath. A dildo goes inside of her, its shiny black surface setting off her many dangling labia rings. Clamps pinch her nipples. He flogs her pussy. Cord is looped though her labia rings and tied off around the protruding base of the dildo to keep it in place.

The clear hood is replaced by the tight black leather hood, each lace pulled to meld it to her face. The hood creates the sense that her head is an idealized representation rather than a living thing. Her hands, pinioned together by the heavy leather strap, make worried movements. She holds them together as though in prayer.
And the flogging begins again. Her skin goes red from the welts about her pussy. Her breast is mottled by the whip. The Eroscillator appears. The maw of her pussy widens from excitement, ringed by labial jewelry. When she is unable to come by the time he counts backwards from ten, he turns off the vibrator and leaves.

Then she is standing, legs spread, arms bound back. The high collar on her neck keeps her chin up. One leg is tied to the beam behind her, perpendicular to her body. He shocks the bottom of her foot with a cattle prod that looks for all the world like the Devil�s fork. The vibrator returns, but a cane appears also. He uses them together. She screams and cries. He kisses her. She looks shell-shocked, her bright red breast like a neon sign.

She finally comes, her face a mixture of release and pain.

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Imp Live Feed BJ - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

BJ may be small, but anyone that is familiar with her from previous articles, knows that she is packed with spunk. She begins her live feed, circa February 2000, in a sexy, black sleeveless dress, black hose, and black high heels. Her arms are tied behind her, elbows almost touching. A red wad of cloth is taped into her mouth, and she is laid on the floor. Her ankles are tied together and she's placed in a hogtie. BJ's lovely, brown breasts are pulled out and fondled. Her braided ponytail soon becomes the focal point for her first torment. Rope is knotted in the braid and she is dragged by the hair across the floor toward the pulley.

BJ emits piercing squeals as she is suspended by her hair. Her feet are untied and the heels removed, but her toes still dangle a few inches from the floor. Two small blocks of wood are slid beneath her toes. She struggles to keep her balance on them. One of the blocks is kicked out. Hoisted up again amid shrieks and screams, BJ's dress is removed. When she's set down on the single block, she literally dances on her tiptoes, her naked body straining. Hoisted up one more time, her underwear drops to her ankles. She grabs at the blocks with her toes, dancing on them once more. But during the suspension, her bladder let loose. A puddle dribbles to the floor down her leg, soaking her hose.

An attempt is made to insert Mr. Pogo into the dark of BJ's vagina. This Mr. Pogo has a copper wire attached to copper foil around the head. But the dildo is too large for BJ. So instead, an electrical pad is held in place on her clitoris with leather straps. By now BJ is getting randy and begins to hump, her hips moving in rhythm. Her hose are ripped and pulled back from the toes of either foot. She is hoisted up by the hair one more time, accompanied by her defining squeal. A sizeable rectangle of copper flashing is placed beneath her so that she has to stand upon it. The idea of the predicament becomes obvious. She will be f0rced to raise her feet up in order to avoid being shocked on her clit. When it becomes clear that the electrical connections are not working, BJ dances on the copper flashing with glee.

Her arms are bound in a Japanese cradle, each of her thumbs tied and pulled tightly upward toward her shoulders. He ties off her breasts with taut leather straps. One foot is tied at the ankle and raised head high. Suspended again, this time by her hair and ankle so that she is able to take some of the weight off her hair, BJ grows nervous at the sight of a cane. She is caned on her ass and her pussy. BJ screeches again, partially able to evade and block the strokes.

In order to keep her more available to the cane, she is placed on a bed, half-reclined against the head of the bed. Her arms are still bound behind her. She is held in place by the rope that is tied into her braid. The big toe of each of her feet is tied and the cord led upward to the pulley. Clamps squeeze her nipples relentlessly, evoking more squeals and screams. Her feet are raised and the cord tied off onto the nipple clamps, creating yet another predicament for BJ. She must keep her feet raised high to relieve the pull on her nipples. Her pussy and ass are quite vulnerable. The cane reappears. As she jerks and screams from the cane strokes, her nipples are jerked and yanked. This time, the cane has much more access to her. When the nipple clamps are about to be taken off, she pleads for them to be left in place. She knows that the pain of them in place is nothing compared to the pain of having them removed. When they come off, she does more than squeal. BJ cries.

She lies on the bed, spread wide for the camera, her breasts and nipples in the background and the folds of her wet, mahogany pussy in the foreground. That she has grown wet is quite evident.

A plastic bag is pulled over her head. It collapses against her face as she tries to breathe. A small hole is cut in the top, and she gasps, over excited, unable to get a full breath. Her ass is caned again. Then teeny meanies, very small clothespins, are placed on her labia, 3 on each side. By now we have grown used to her squeaks and screeching. But this time, her squeals become full out screams from the pain of the clothespins. After they are removed, her pussy gleams, creamy. The Eroscillator is brought out and used inside her drooling cunt, then slid up onto the swelled head of her clit.

BJ is then put on a chair, her arms tied over the top of the chair back, wrists bound back and down. Her thighs are pulled wide and tied to either side of the chair seat, her ankles tied up and pulled back. Another plastic bag is placed over her head, but this one is attached to a tube. A cigarette is lit and placed in the end the rubber tubing. As she breathes, the bag collapsing against her face and re-inflating, she chokes and coughs, shaking her head violently as though to escape the cigarette smoke. But it is impossible.

The Eroscillator reappears. BJ squeals again, this time from pleasure. We are rewarded at the end by a genuine smile and laugh from BJ. She made it through another Live Feed.

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No Escape Angelica, 731 - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

Helpless and disoriented, Angelica and 731 are driven far from help and sucked into the singular world of a man intent on tormenting them according to his whim.

The two girls lie in the back of the dark van, their wrists and ankles cuffed. They kick the door, calling for help. He hears them and gags them both, taping their mouths, and locking their wrists to their ankles so that they can no longer kick or scream. He drives through a rainy countryside. As the windshield wipers clack back and forth, their moans can be heard coming from the rear of the van. He stops the van and drags out angelica, then slams the doors on 731, still chained and gagged, powerless and alone in the back of the van.

Both girls are naked and their upper bodies tightly bound, the ropes digging into their soft skin. Both are hooded, and wear mitts upon their hands. They work together, trying to get free, able to shuffle about and investigate the space where they are held captive. One manages to slide the blindfold from her eyes. He enters the barn before they can use this to their advantage. For punishment, he locks the girl's head into a hole in the floor. She's left that way, her arms still bound back, kneeling, seemingly headless, screaming down into the dark.

The two girls, naked and in strappado, literally dance on their tiptoes, barely able to keep balance. The rope that yanks their arms up and behind with such ruthlessness, runs from Angelica's wrists to 731's, so that if one sinks downward, the other has her arms wrenched upward. They tippy-toe in small circles, moaning, worn from the immense strain. Birds twitter outside the barn as the girls sweat and strain, barely able to endure this simple torture. He appears and tosses rocks along the floor for them to stand upon. He canes both girls and leaves them alone again with their strain, the welts from the cane rising on the round cheeks of each ass. They position the stones in order to give them just those few inches. Just a little. When you're beyond relief, you'll take whatever you can get.

731 and Angelica lie on the floor of the barn, bound together in a dual hogtie. As in the strappado, the rope is used to make one girl the source of torment for the other. The ankles of each are bound to a ligating rope about the neck of the other. Any attempt to straighten their legs will strangle the other girl. He returns. The game he plays with them is devilish, caning one girl's feet until she begs him to cane the feet of the other. They both try to endure the cane to save the other, driving themselves deeper into the endlessness of his torture.

Each is attached to a ring in the wall by a tight cord about the neck, slowly strangling. He enters and opens two rusty metal doors, revealing a small chamber beneath the floor. He removes Angelica and hoists her by her wrists, then drops her into the chamber. 731 receives the same treatment, so that they are both below floor level. He locks a grate over the top, then closes the metal doors with a clang. When he returns, he lowers the grate, so that their chamber is much reduced. When they beg for mercy, he lowers the grate even farther so that they are squashed together, their bodies wound about one another, pressed into one flesh. They scream and cry out. As he walks away, their voices rise as if from nowhere, from his new form of hell.

731 is tied onto a bench. Sisal digs into her skin where it is wound about her face, neck, and chest, ballooning her breasts. Sisal binds her wrists behind her back. Her hair is tied upward so that she is kept in a sitting position. Her knees and toes are tied to one of the bench boards so that she is immobilized, even her feet. A lit cigarette burns between her toes. His hand removes it and touches the lighted glow to the soles of her feet. She struggles and cries out. He canes her ballooned breasts with savage strokes, the slap of the cane resounding in the barn. He begins to cane her feet, making her tell him when he should move to her breasts again. Instead, he uses a heavy cane in paralyzing strokes upon her thighs. He response comes in waves. She weeps and rocks back and forth, her thighs segmented by long, ladder-like welts that run up and down her skin like a series of screams.

Original FileName: 20030816 - No Escape (Angelica, 731)

Format: real
Duration: 1:01:09
Video: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps






File size: 99.5 MB
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Water, Fire Live Feed 202 - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives

Water, Fire is the edited footage of 202's live Feed from August 23, 2003. It begins with a pre-feed from the night before. A metal box is seen, partially embedded in a rock wall. Off camera, a tractor engine purrs. The doors of the box are opened to reveal 202 sitting naked inside, behind thick bars. Carmine lips, toenails, and fingernails set off her creamy skin, illuminated by the lights of the tractor. Shadows from the bars fall in long creases, marking her skin. She fidgets, watching him prepare for what he's going to do to her. He returns, closing the doors of the box, locking her inside for the night.

202 is restrained in metal stocks that keep her arms held out from her neck. She sits with her back against a wall of stone, the neck of the stocks chained to a ring anchored in the wall. Her dress is carmine, matching her lips and nails. Time passes. Wind catches her hair, blowing it into her eyes. Silky lace is barely seen between her upper thighs. A close up of her face shows round deep sultry eyes, the gleam of earrings, pale skin, red lips, and the dark metal that encases her neck. It is lovely.

Heavy shackles and chain lock her ankles together. A length of thick rebar is pounded into the ground, keeping her legs stretched outward. As he stoops beside her, he smokes a cigarette. He fondles her. Her mouth becomes his ashtray. After squashing the butt upon her tongue, he stands and urinates, soaking her face and the front of her dress.

She is unlocked from the wall and led to a wooden post. A rope, secured around her neck, is tied above, just tight enough to slowly strangle. He canes her armpit. Removing her heels, he places gravel under her bare feet. Her wrists are bound behind her.

She kicks a stone from beneath her foot. So he puts it in her mouth. Then he cuts the lower half of her dress off her, leaving the bodice. He orders her to drop the stone from her mouth into her cleavage. Drool spills from her mouth as she tries. He binds her body to the pole, running rope between her thighs, cutting sharply into her pussy. Her lace panties are cut off and stuffed into her mouth. A close up of her pussy in the sun shows the darkened flesh of her labia, reddish in hue, her hood ring sparkling as it catches the light. Her mouth is taped. After this, 202's neck is thoroughly bound to the post. He cuts off the bodice of the dress and removes her bra. She is naked, gagged, and bound to the post, her plush breasts in full view, enticing, ready for torment.

The camera shows us new girls, decorations, in the two metal boxes set into the rock wall. One is white, boyish, her face strongly boned. The other girl is exotic, a mix of races. Her skin tone is warm, her eyes almond. She is made to show her bush. The dark curled hair frames her fleshy, protruding labia.

He canes the tops of 202's toes. Then one leg is bent upward and bound in place. He canes the toes of the other foot and fondles her soft, flushed breasts. When his fingers work into her cunt, she moans. Her other leg is bent and tied upward so that all her weight rests upon the ropes between her crotch. It is an excruciating torment. She screeches into the gag when he canes her feet. As seen from below, her labia are slightly parted. Her plump breasts are too inviting. He grasps her nipples and lifts, caning the underside of her breasts.

Her hands are bound in front to her ankles. The fleshy folds of her pussy are easily viewed from this position. She is attached to a pulley and lifted by hands and ankles. He positions her over the submerged water trough and lowers her into water. Submerged, her pussy appears to waver, dissolve, and reappear. He dunks her several times. She comes up coughing. Her pussy seems magnified, enlarged, perfect and waiting.

He raises her from the water and plunges Mr. Pogo into her cunt. Droplets of water cling and slide down her skin. He drops her in again and canes her feet while she's underwater. She comes up gasping. He canes the backs of her thighs, the pain magnified by the added degree of contact provided by water on her skin. He pulls her head backward into the water, caning her feet again. More caning and submerging. It becomes an extended breath control-impact scene. When the vibrator is used, her engorged labia and clit are so swollen, they mound outward between the flesh of her thighs. She is caned severely while being vibrated, the head of the eroscillator throwing out droplets of water like beads of glass. She comes, moaning, riding a smooth and silken orgasm.

Her arms are bound back in a Japanese cradle, her breasts squeezed between ropes, her body in a full, upper harness. He lights a torch, then suspends her, feet dangling down. The torch is passed back and forth beneath her feet. Fire runs along the back of her body, smoke rising in plumes. He drops the torch beneath her and lowers her body toward it, waiting for her fatigue to overcome her.

Original FileName: 20030830 - Water, Fire (Live Feed From August 23) (202)

Format: real
Duration: 1:32:32
Video: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps






File size: 150.8 MB
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