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The choice was hers. He asked flat out: would she accept his ties, his tortures? And she did, signed herself away. Just one weekend – how bad could it be? He places a collar on her neck, orders her to undress. Hands cuffed, she struggles to wriggle out of her jeans. Kneeling, she presents her smooth bare ass. He removes her shirt and binds her arms. Willingly, she submits as the ropes pinch harshly into her skin.

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These city girls, they’re somethin’ else. Least that’s what they think, I suspect. I find em in the bars, all dolled up, makin’ eyes at every pretty boy who comes their way. Buy a couple drinks, get em nice and buzzed. And before you know it they’re in the back of my truck, flopping around like a couple hogs ready for the kill. I’ll take em home for some fresh country air, show em how nice us simple folk can be. I suck on their hard little nipples, reach between their legs to play with their shaved cunts. They make some noise and try to get away. But you know they like it, calms em down for a spell…

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The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio…..

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I notice it is dark outside and the moon casts an erie glow on the night. The sky changes quickly. Thunder rumbles in the distance, bringing a heavy downpour for the morning. I have plenty to keep me busy till the rain stops outside.

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The perfect mix of black and blue, 731 and betty share some quality time in the country. First PD ties the two girls tightly on a mattress, gagging them with socks and covering 731 with a canvas bag. He plays with their breath, suffocating them both till they are gasping and choking for air.

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Their bodies talk to me, telling me what they need. That’s how I choose my girls. Tight skirts. Panty-lines. Nipples and spandex. And that girl smell. I feel bad for them, of course I do. They’re so young and soft and fresh, and I’m hard on them. I have to pull the ropes tight.

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A young, blond paralegal visits the farm with papers for PD to sign. Not suspecting foul play, Lorelei sips from the cup of coffee he offers her. When she wakes, she’s shackled and hooded in the barn. After an evening of violating her holes, he takes her up to the cabin for a “fowl” hunting spree that leaves Lorelei more than just a little subdued.

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Gorgeous, graceful, and insect-phobic 120 makes her first trip to the farm, unaware that Mr. Pogo has taken a well-earned vacation. 120 loses her obsession with bugs when Mr. Pogo’s replacement gets her attention. Bound in fuckable positions, she is caned. A little softening up, as they say. Then the sound of a zipper, and before you know it, she’s fucked in alternating holes.

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This story begins with a pale autumn moon; hunting season has begun. Piglet is dressed all in blushing pink, shackled and helpless. Her chains clank as pd slaps her surprised face. She sits obediently in a chair, eyes wandering all around the bare hay-strewn room as she nervously awaits her fate.

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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.

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