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Peared Pus | Kendra James
March 30, 2007 |
Shackled to a metal bed, her thick steel collar digs into her perfect chin. Her pretty pastel panties, scalloped at the edge, are glimpsed in the shadows between her thighs. And as he tickles and canes her, two torments simultaneously, it's clear. The primacy of Her in his mind. A fucking machine is raised into position. Embedded in metal and machine, she comes.
Is it his lust that drives him to such extreme means? Unbridled want? Desperation? Or does he so fear this animal, that he keeps her clasped in metal that cannot want, cannot feel, cannot love, cannot lose?
She's locked in the fiddle that's chained to a metal ankle spreader. Metal gag against her soft lips. She is dismayed by metal, but still, she's powerful, don't you think? Because she's lovely. You can't stop thinking about her skin, her breasts, her ass, her smell. Even from where you sit viewing her on your screen, you smell her, don't you? He flogs her. He controls everything. He controls nothing.
The Pear slips inside her. He turns the key to lock it in place. It's a work of art, the Pear. A complex mechanism. Like her. Maybe that's what he thinks. That it's as simple as a twist of the key, loosening her power over him. So he practices the erotic art of self-deception.
The Pear goes in, filling her cunt that empty space, that vacuum, that everything and nothing place where even the gods stumble. The handle of the Pear is turned. Whose hand turns the key? Whose desire? Whose despair? The Pear is sucked inward. Clamps bite into her nipples. And her body spasms in pleasure. She comes. Her fingers bend, as if beckoning.
The Animal rises.
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Processed | Erika Kole
March 23, 2007 |
Gravity plus mass plus steel equals a vicious torment.
As everyone at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her throat. PD ignores her except to raise her up a few more inches, increasing the drag downward. It's nothing really, a simple matter of mathematics.
A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of pussy hair. PD shreds Erika's T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and chest, and at that little tuft of pussy hair. Then she's turned so that she faces the wall. The whip targets her ass and back. And as she fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her body is beautiful in profile as she strains against the metal and gravity.
Erika's wrists are shackled behind and tied to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged through her crotch (a nasty little agony) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull her tits up also. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a body.
A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a cane smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of cries, like some secretive animal that screams all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there upon her cunt. Gravity wins.
Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika's mouth open. Drool runs from her lips to her cunt where white pussy juice wets her hole. The fucking machine stands at the ready. She's positioned and penetrated, as though it is her cunt that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.
He's done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slides along a rail until it hangs over an awaiting box. Erika's dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe screwed in place. Erika's constant stream of noise goes on, more distant now. Far away. A world apart.
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Laughter and Pain | Lystra
March 16, 2007 |
Thick shackles, heavy bilbos, and the Horse create a stark contrast to Lystra's willowy physique. her guileless face, and her wide eyes. PD establishes the theme very early. One foot for tickling, one foot for caning a euphemism for the blending of pain and pleasure as he draws Lystra into a spiral of sensory overload, a dark ecstasy the severing of Self.
With bilbos and shackles bolted to a single thick beam, Lystra's bent over, straining her back. A cane smacks the sole of her foot. She is ordered not to flinch. Not to make a face. PD bargains with Lystra - one more stroke and he'll ease her position. She agrees, taking the bite of the cane with a little smile held tight upon her face. But after he releases her and she lies back in relief, he whips her cunt. And she writhes, trying to protect her pretty little pussy. But it's useless all this thrashing back and forth. Besides, PD's suddenly very kind and sweet. Touch yourself, he says. Rub yourself. And the cane beats her foot. Her fingertips slip back and forth over her pussy, at first hesitant then faster. She comes. The eroticism of misery.
With her legs spread by the shackles, he hoists her upward, off balance. The repeated slap of cane on flesh. Her face has frozen like a bleak landscape over which has been fastened a mask of smiles. She wants to please him. It's clear. She can learn anything to survive.
He staples a dildo to the beam. She's ordered to sit. Penetrated, she sucks plastic cock, fingering herself again. Then with metal locked around her waist and crotch, and a long wooden dildo inside of her, she's told to kneel. But it's impossible with that wooden thing coming out her cunt. As impossible as when she's lying on the floor and told to get up.
Now sitting on the Horse with metal stocks at her neck and wrists, ankle stocks hold her legs open. He gently spreads her labia and ass cheeks for maximum effect. And still, she mustn't frown from pain. Little Lystra's getting weak, flailing. A vibrator adds to the brew. And he canes her ass. She explodes in orgiastic ecstasy. He ramps up the vibrator, pushing it deeper into her pussy. She rides it unwilling. Shuddering.
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