The sweet suffering betty doll wiggles, whimpers, wails and offers all her holes to be played with. Locked into a metal triangle, she’s forced to keep legs spread, even as she attempts to scoot into position on PD’s command. Tipped onto her side, she is defenseless, drooling through a metal bit gag while Mr. Pogo fucks her clamped cunt.
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202 sits in a chair, prim and proper with her hair tied back, white blouse, black skirt, high heels, and bound. Behind her, 912 is naked and locked into the 4X4 stocks. Two naked decorations, 114 and 117, sit side by side, caged. Soon a black leather head harness and inflatable gag are applied. Drool spills out of 202’s mouth. It is captured in a champagne flute for later use…
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This article is from the year 2000. It almost seems like yesterday, but ten years have now gone by. Here is PD with a military look and a very young and beautifully fresh Tyler Scott. It includes; Steel bondage frame, face torture by mouth and nose hooks, suspension with caning and clothes-pegs, inverted suspension, hooded & hogtied, taped to a bamboo x-frame and mummified.
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PD keeps Insex newcomer 524 on her toes. Or in any other position he wants her in. Seated on a chair with wrists and ankles tied, the 21 year-old musician describes her fascination with bondage and tells of past exploits. PD stands her up and strips her clothes off. He tickles the nude victim, stuffing socks in her mouth to stifle her giggles…
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Will koko suck cock? PD turns the tables on koko, torturing sahara’s delicious body at the expense of koko’s delicious body. Bound and chained in predicaments where every move causes suffering to the other, the two girls try to work together to limit their pain, but the torment grows step by step, until koko is alone, bound tightly. PD dunks her in water headfirst while cattle prodding her into hysteria. The same question comes back to haunt her again and again. Will koko suck cock?…
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1030 and 123 are friends. And as good friends do, they share all great things in life. 123 has been to insex before, so it’s only natural that she arranges for 1030 to share in the experience! A huge cloth-gag is put in 1030’s mouth and she is dressed up in rope. Feet tightly bound, hands behind her back, a chain holding her up. Pd pulls her tits out of her shirt and stands her up. A good tit-slapping gets her in the mood for what’s to come…
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He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt – a library. He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins.
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He spied her, hot and young and rash, And trussed her, goose-like, hands and feet. He taped her mouth and ripped her dress To probe and carve her like a meat. Driven like half-maddened beasts, The bulk of men act out of haste. But slowly binding her, he thinks That Girl is an acquired taste.
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My hands were secured behind me and I was placed in the box with my head protruding through the top. I saw the plastic bubble shaped cover that Pd was going to put over my head, and that was when the nervousness started. Hmmm, I thought, there isn’t much room in that cover at all for the bugs to run around…they’re going to be near my head no matter what.
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I sometimes like to flaunt my girl-ness. My pleated skirt bounces as I walk, swinging and swaying and hinting just enough at what lays beneath. I flaunt my strength, flexing my girl-muscles, the control I imagine I have on the people that I walk past. I approach the building that is now so familiar to me, waiting for the elevator that always takes forever to arrive– I never saw what hit me.
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