Sitting with bound arms to legs, a brown haired cunt moans. Her face is covered by a black leather hood. A rubber tube comes crashing into her. Tickling and fondling her tits, the hood comes off. Without wasting any time her eyes are covered. pd’s intent is to humiliate this bitch to no avail.
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In a room full of crew members, other Insex models and viewers anxiously awaiting my show, I felt completely alone atop the barrel as PD tied the second and final knot of the cloth around my face. When PD took away my sight the room went silent; there was no show. I was in a dark room alone, insignificant and forgotten.
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Two canagirls are fresh meat for the Insex grinder. The first girl claims that she likes being strangled – until rope crushes her throat. She gets that telling look of terror and surprise, like she didn’t understand the meaning of the word – strangle.
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angelica gets down and dirty at the Insex farm.
Lead out to the barn, the British beauty is bound to a wooden beam with rope pulled tight around her neck. Kneeling against the hard, filthy floor, she languishes and moans desperately. PD hangs one leg from the beam then beats the helpless captive with a bundle of rope.
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It was like an awakening for me. Like I had never seen or felt anything real until that moment. And suddenly, it was all very clear. I was immersed in reality, swimming in it. And there was nothing to do but embrace it.
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Delicious and demure mila faces the Insex torture machine with quiet acceptance and a bit of nervous jitters. The Live Feed is a study in how small torments accrue, how they work into the psyche and physique, and how, when you create enough little pains, all you have to do is wait. In mila’s case, she just got more and more creamy, foaming at the clit, leaving a smear of wet beneath her pussy.
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Miss Hudson sits prim in her argyle sweater and light brown skirt. He enters and sits at his desk. As the interview begins, she crosses her legs and levels her librarian look over her glasses. After a few questions, he feels compelled to tie her wrists. Her elbows are bound and her upper arms tied fast to the chair back.
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Ingenue. An artless, innocent young girl. And how would such an artless, innocent young girl cope with the rigors of an Insex testing procedure? In this piece, the ingenue is sorely tried. Her youthful innocence is swamped in a sea of wood, metal, and rope.
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It’s late. Two or three in the morning. I can’t sleep. The moon sluices through windows and shatters, like white litter, on the floor. I think of Mount Fuji, silent dragon sleeping, ice-capped, and the moon, and thin-streamed clouds.
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For her second day at the farm, 92 takes heavy caning, an ass hook, teeny meany clothespins, the violet wand, extended whipping with a single-tail, and what seems to be her greatest trial – a vibrator. Every position is distressing, intended to wear her to exhaustion. Her body becomes a mass of crisscrossed welts from the cane and the whip, and little red bite marks from the clothespins.
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