Two canagirls are fresh meat for the Insex grinder. The first girl claims that she likes being strangled – until rope crushes her throat. She gets that telling look of terror and surprise, like she didn’t understand the meaning of the word – strangle.
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seven’s physical flexibility, long hair, wide mouth, and ample breasts determine the course of this piece. By the end, her breasts become the focus of entire composition.
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OR_beaver’s torture continues on the second day of her Insex adventure. In the morning, her head is pulled out of the metal box, and decorated with a bit gag and posture collar. PD seals her mouth with tape then allows beaver to smoke a cigarette in each nostril. He has a smoke himself, using her open mouth as an ashtray.
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Bj’s back, shackled and looking so hot in her lace panties an bra, her sexy body lies on the floor ready for anything. Sir Barry’s expert caning amuses her and she doesn’t seem nervous at all. Cocky bj yells with a smirk in her voice “I’m a bondage slut.”
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Young 731 takes a break from her hectic schedule to continue with her lessons in the art of pain and submission. Disguised in her street wear and glasses, the trained and trussed bondage slut wallows wantonly on the studio floor.
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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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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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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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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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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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