What begins as your everyday abduction ends with the big stunner, a martyrdom replete with a crucifixion. She begins unhappy. Unwilling? On the floor of a straw-filled barn. She wears jogging clothes as though he caught her unaware. She struggles, her ankles and wrists locked into stocks made of metal rungs bolted through an old four-by-four. A feed sack has been shoved over her head. She moans and cries.
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In the darkness, my fear is heightened. The anticipation of what’s to come builds inside my gut. In the darkness, I submit control. Acting on instinct, I take no responsibility for my actions. In the darkness, I see a little more clearly. I can no longer feel the mask that keeps me in the dark. My barrier from reality has become a part of me. It has become….comfortable.
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The Live Feed begins with 731 in containment, a metal box that is fairly roomy by Insex standards. She can sit up and fully straighten her legs. The front opening of the box is covered with a metal grate. 731 pees into a metal pan, the hiss of her urine patters against metal.
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YX starts as a fully bridled pony. She strikes a stunning pose in a cupless black corset, thick leather collar, clamps on each nipple attached with chain, and her head bridled with bit in mouth. She wears pony boots that bring her up on her toes. Her hands are in black leather mitts, the fingertip rings attached to the back of her collar then pulled forward to the front of her chest. Her elbows are strapped behind her back so that her arms are taut, thrusting her breasts forward. A pony tail, attached to a butt plug, hangs from her ass. Bells dangle from her crotch strap, jingling as she shuffles, much as tethered horses shuffle in place. She is tethered with chain to the arm of a post. The arm moves in a circle, somewhat like a lunge rope used to train and exercise horses.
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Smoldering like a bitch in heat, az makes cyd an offer – herself. So when az arrives at the farm, ScotT hands her a letter from cyd. It sets the conditions for her submission. Following instructions, az strips, locks a collar about her neck, assumes the ordered position, and waits.
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Her nose itched. Her hair, tangled and matted from how she fought so hard, had fallen across her face. The shackles, heavy and small for her wrists, bruised and pinched her skin each time the lorry hit another pothole. On purpose, she thought. The goddamn driver was getting off listening to them all, some crying, others senseless. Just screaming.
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The night before the shoot, right before I went to bed, I started getting a little nervous. It was 5:00 in the a.m., and I was a bit tired. “Cherry,” I told myself, “you just need some sleep to restore your mind to its natural state.” I took my own advice, and upon awakening, felt much better; I was actually excited for the show.
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Arabesque, released in the raw after az’s September, 2001 live feed, paints us a portrait of an untried, vulnerable az, willing to sustain extreme duress. The distilled Arabesque brings az to tears repeatedly as she’s taken through a series of ballet-like positions and exercises. After all, the arts are a form of torture, and in Arabesque, torture becomes a form of art.
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The show is over, PD and i got some much needed rest. i couldnt stop thinking about what had happened to me. And after a wonderful nights sleep, i woke up still thinking about it. That had to be the most intense, thrilling experience of all my life, every single moment was new for me. i told you all how nervous and scared i was getting just before the show.
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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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