Maybe Mama was right. There’s something not quite right with that girl. If she said it once, she said it a thousand times. Cause of all the boys come around looking for me. And then the beatings from Daddy. The whippings, and him calling me a whore. He come home early one night, mean drunk, and caught me with that boy from downstate. We fucked for an hour in the backseat of Daddy’s car.
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She dresses like a whore for him.
She is naked yet clothed in her femininity.
She hates what he does to her,
you can see the torture in her eyes.
He doesn’t ask for much from her,
just to suffer quietly in front of him.
She squirms to keep her sanity
and struggles with the ties of agony he has put upon her.
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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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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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Her soft flesh is clay to be molded by his skillful hands. Her cries are music to his ears. Her torture is his desire. And his pleasure is her pain. So he covers her pretty, young face in rubber hoods and wraps ropes tight around her limbs. He lifts her to his lap, pulls her close to tug at her stiff nipples and fondle her tenderized cunt. Then he makes her scream, whip lashing hard against glossy, firm skin, breasts bouncing, faceless head shaking hysterically.
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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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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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Here I was, back for yet another show. While I felt the usual excitement, I also felt quite nervous. There were so many of my past successful shows to ‘top.’ Pd heightened my nervousness by locking me into this complicated metal-bondage setup and torturous metal boots. Maybe it wasn’t so bad though…at least for this show I would be relieved of the anxiety that I usually felt during the beginning of a show. Normally, I think about all those watching and it makes me fidgety.
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Spacegirl gets fed, exercised, stimulated, abused, and humiliated on her return trip to Insex.
Rolled out in a cage, she begs to piss; a vibrator quells her whining. She is then allowed pee onto a tray of crackers under her cage. Thin cord squeezes her nipples and stretches her tits. Wooden sticks clamp her throbbing pussy.
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Precious piglet awakens bleary-eyed to find her real nightmare has just begun. Stretching her chained arms, she evaluates her predicament and tests the restraints that render her captive on a metal bed
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