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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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How soon, it seems, o twisted flower
Your turn comes round again –
On Sunday night, I can delight
To watch you in your pain.

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With her feet shackled to the floor, she sits in an old wooden chair, looking around the room, her eyes searching for some safe place, only to find herself with her fear of the unexpected. Her long black silky hair falls ever so softly on her petite shoulders. I need to teach her some good posture. Grabbing her hair, I hook it to the pully to make sure she stands nice and tall for me. It’s not an easy chore and she struggles on her tippy toes…

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101! That zany wench is locked into unforgiving, heavy, restrictive metal bondage. The inquisition-style collar is slowly tightened until she can’t speak, can’t swallow, can barely breathe. Saliva foams from her lips. Her milky skin, large eyes, excessive breasts, and that lovely 101 smile. All of this and Molly locked in a box. To top it off, Sir Kai spanks 101’s sassy ass. The bondage is terrifying, disastrous. It so becomes 101.

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1203’s lean, flexible body, large mouth, and plump, natural breasts are a bondage lover’s dream. In her test article, PD explores the myriad possibilities. Clad in fishnets and a miniskirt, the young minx explains that she has had a little experience with BDSM but is eager for more.

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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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In this live feed from April 29, 2001, Cowgirl is pushed to new levels of suffering and self-awareness. Once again in PD’s clutches, the unknowing victim submits willingly as she is stripped, bound, tortured, and explored. The merciless torments and unyielding bondage are beyond anything she has yet experienced and the horror is intense as she bravely confronts her fears.

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During her Live Feed, 33 sweats it out through a series of endurance tests as she’s strangled, shocked, and roasted. Not one, but two decorations, 423 and Sage, share some of 33’s agony, but also some of the pleasure in an explosion of orgasms and screams of delight.

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Day Three of 411’s forty-eight hour feed begins with 411 looking sleepy. She sits in the chair, naked. The purple bruising on her breasts are clear reminders of what has gone before. Her pussy is sleepy also, a thin, relaxed strip of flesh.

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