Two young innocents are taken through the Insex test. Rope bondage, tickling, foot torture, nipple clamps, and pussy. Two very wet, drooling pussies, one pink, one beautifully dark. Mr. Pogo’s energetic work on the first pussy elicits thick, milky pussy juice. The second cunt is dripping before Mr. Pogo ever gets to it.
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922 returns to Insex for the step by step caging of a girl. Strenuous bondage, wrist suspension, and severe confinement. A recipe for madness. In the first scene, she’s newly arrived, bound into a difficult position, choking and drooling. A grueling suspension follows. Hanging by her wrists, she’s stripped and left that way, writhing in pain. Finally, 922 is locked into the bird cage, her head outside the upper hole, the metal rungs poking into her neck, holding her just a little too high to be comfortable.
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Trailings is a compilation of slices, brief views as though through a window. The focus is bondage. The medium is flesh. The first is bound in a hogtie, still clothed in jeans, sneakers and tight top. The ankles keep tension on a rope that is wound about her neck. She struggles, growing pale as time passes. A pulley is lowered. The rope that attaches her ankles to her neck is raised, creating a curved bow to her body and a faint blue about her eyes and mouth.
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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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Two new applicants are introduced to insex and each other in a trying dual interview. The first candidate, 21 year-old donna, is a college student eager to explore. PD familiarizes her with the ropes straight off, cinching elbows together behind her back and forming a neat loop around her neck.
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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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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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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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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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I met him in his chat one night. He seemed so intense. I told him how I had watched him torture those poor young girls for such a long time, and how I had fantasies about suffering before him myself. I asked if I could come to see him, not knowing what might really lie in store for me. To my amazement he said yes! I grew wet just from the thought.
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