kali's shoots at IR have always been rough, but this one raises the bar as PD gives kali exactly what she asked for – push the limits.

She's bent over with her head, wrists, and ankles locked in stocks. A wooden dildo/metal pipe penetrates her cunt. After some face flogging, a cuff tightens around the base of each of her breasts. They're weighed down with a heavy steel ball. Her breasts are caned. Strings of drool drip to the floor as she screams and struggles. When she's vibrated to orgasm, her eyes are completely zoned. PD offers her a bed. Is it comfortable? she says...

A metal band around her waist forces her stomach flat to the uncomfortable metal bed. He beats her with a paddle and a cane until she's sobbing. Now his big hand slips into her cunt up to the knuckles as he continues to cane her.

A wooden press squashes her tits. kali's shackled into a sitting position with the garrote at her throat. As a cane whips away at her, she screams and cries, overwrought. A slim Mr. Pogo slides deeply into her ass. She's vibrated, choked, and caned simultaneously - until she comes, shuddering.

She's locked to the floor doggie-stye. Bilboes hold her wrists, ankles, and neck as PD goes for her holes. Her short dress loosely drapes her ass, thrust up by the angle of her neck. Her sheer black panties show shadowy labia and holes. PD pokes Mr. Pogo inside her, using the cane to make her fuck herself. A hook in her ass is clearly painful. He ties it to her hair, displaying her rump like a baboon, red with heat. When she sucks Mr. Pogo, he makes her reach for it. And through it all, a continual sound of moans and cries.

She stands in a somewhat triangular device. Her head is held at the top by stocks so that, looking up from below, all that can be seen is a lovely female body, headless. Strapping her thighs to the sidebars, it bunches her ass cheeks, pushing them out for the whip. Wires stretch her mouth, and a nose hook fills more holes. A fucking machine revs, banging her cunt at full throttle. She comes. He stops the machine to give her a little rest. The machine doesn't need rest. It can just keep fucking and fucking and fucking.

Sybil endures the ultimate in objectification as her body's vanquished by the devices in which she's embedded. Sybil disappears. A new creature emerges.

She's strapped to a chair, her breasts ballooned. She can make small movements. Nothing useful. A cattle prod shocks her awake. Then he buzzes her clit with a vibrator. But she squirms away – her pussy hurts. A latex hood forms to her face and neck. Now she could be anyone. Or no one. A gag goes in her mouth. We see only her eyes, so lush now, so alive, and surrounded by rubber. He tortures her, brutal with the cattle prod. She goes berserk with her terror of it. He zips another layer of latex over her face, restricting her breath. Now he has everything. All of her. Inside the layers of latex and the straps, we see a body that looks reminiscent of a girl. But that's all. For herself, nothing remains.

As the shoot proceeds, he forces her body to conform more and more to the structures he imposes upon her – rigid frames that trap the body. Horrid sounds of terror come out of her mouth as he shocks her. Then he forces yet another orgasm out of her, and another. It's not her body anymore. It belongs to him. Even her orgasms come with pain.

To control the breath is to control the entire person. Every thought, movement, and emotion – everything – becomes focused on one thing only. Air.

In his mind, she's really not even a she. It's an object, black, zipped into latex with a bubblehead. Only her lips can be seen. This is how you know it's human. By the lips. He hoists up this black body-like object by the ankles. An inflatable gag plugs that single opening, the one through which we see her lips. Her breath wheezes in and out through a small tube. Moisture condenses. Drool slowly obstructs her one link with the outer world. A vibrator's zipped into the latex bag, humming against her pussy. She comes. Alone.

She's naked now. We can see she's a she, her ankles spread wide. He whips her back and ass, wrapping the tip of the whip toward her pussy and cunt. Then he turns her over and whips her other side. She comes very quickly when she's fucked with Mr. Pogo. He intensifies the position and plunges his hand in her cunt. The cunt sucks at him, trying to pull him in. She comes again.

Now seated, U-bolts lock down her thighs. A metal band tight around her waist matches the Garrote at her throat, keeping her plastered to the post. Mr. Pogo fucks her mouth, then her ass. As the vibrator purrs in her pussy, she begs to come. Afterward, her pussy's open and loose, unfurled.

Vacuum tubes suck her breasts, distending her nipples. Her vacuumed pussy grows huge and bright red. After facing a sadistic and twisted PD, Erica's happy and playful, wagging her tongue at world.

She seems so soft, so clear-eyed, so willing to please. Bronte lays on a stage where things are not soft, where the mouth is blocked and the eyes made blind, and where the cost for everything pleasing is paid for in pain.

She's in full rubber – a bodybag from toes to chin, ballgag, and latex blindfold. PD strikes her with a cane, leather paddle, flogger, singletail, and finally uses the cattleprod – now dubbed “the motivation.”

“The motivation” drives a game of Find the Dildo. Still blindfolded, she worms around searching, highly motivated. PD mind-fucks her to the max, acting as though he's going to shock her pussy. Instead he inserts a vibrator and gets her off, but it's really a set-up for his next game.

Wrists and ankles are held fast in a single set of stocks. Her cunt practically sucks Mr. Pogo inside and a vibrator teases her up, giving Bronte a big hard-on. Now we learn that she doesn't like hoods. In her pre-orgasmic ache, he bargains hood-time for cane strokes. In between, he vibrates her, but not to orgasm. When she finally comes, she shoots Mr. Pogo out her cunt and sits in a puddle of her ejaculate, her eyes and face all dreamy with Game.

Reminiscent of the Live Feeds when a model was put through the ringer, this shoot is packed – tons of assplay, electro-shock with a stim in the ass, whipping, caning, lots of fantastic devices, a simple but fun PD mindfuck, and Catherine's head and face shrink-wrapped with clear plastic. Catherine eats it up.

She's sitting and locked onto a metal frame suspended in the air. Two bars arch her back inward, pushing her ass out for maximum access. An inflatable assplug goes in. PD pumps it up, then a little more. (With PD, it's always a little more. . .) He swings her by tugging the bulbous assplug outward. Catherine's head is strapped into a harness and a ring gag. Her sounds are more animal than human. A wooden breast-press, thick collar, whip, and cane add to her discomfort before PD gets her off.

She's seated on a metal assplug and chained to the chair of a thousand pricks of pain. A metal tit squeezer forces her back against the spikes. Metal piping immobilizes her neck. The bell helmet covers her head, a subtle form of breathplay. In time, the helmet is removed and replaced with a bit-gag and nose hook chained upward. Now PD screws around with the shock-box, saying he's not sure how to use it. Catherine makes nervous noises. Soon she's squirming and moaning, but can't rise off the electrified assplug.

Neck and wrists are shackled to a post. After a whipping and caning, PD shrink- wraps Catherine's head and face, leaving a tiny breathing hole between her lips. PD canes her as she comes – a long, strong orgasm to finish off her “visit” to Infernal Restraints.

Bronte's twenty-years-old, and she's been doing BDSM with her boyfriend since she was eighteen. With clear eyes and creamy skin, she's restrained with cable ties as PD interviews her. And it's obvious, her love of the play. As soon as he slaps her face her body goes into a sexual meltdown.

Cable ties pull her wrists to her knees, forcing her into an awkward, vulnerable position - her back arched, her pussy pushed outward. An avid cocksucker, she works a dildo with gusto. And later, she's locked into the Fiddle so that she's forced to kneel. PD whips her with a singletail until she's striped red. She takes it like she's had quite a lot of practice. And her pussy's dripping wet.

Wearing a metal bit-gag and a waist belt that pokes a huge wooden prod inside her cunt, Bronte fusses when PD canes her. But within minutes of the vibrator on her pussy, she comes, later saying that the bondage was just the right kind of “hurt.” Bronte promises to return. She claims she's ready to suffer for PD.

One has to wonder if she's done the research, if she's ever seriously watched Insex.

The repetitive squeak of metal against metal. She swings, strapped onto a steel grate that's hanging mid-air, parallel to the floor. Her neck and torso are strapped tight. Her lower legs and arms have been pulled through the grate, folded backwards, and fixed in place. Mr. Pogo slips into her cunt, fucking her. Then in her mouth. The grate, perfectly balanced, pivots easily. Her head angles downward, her mouth at cock height.

A flogger strikes her breasts, giving them a blush. The whip that slaps her pussy colors her labia rosy. He sits in front of her face. Manipulating first one hole, then the other. It doesn't take long. She comes quickly, happy.

Wooden stocks weigh on her neck and wrists. She sits on a bed of spikes. He gets hard when he sees tears run down her cheeks. Through all the foot torture, from skewer to cattle prod to cane and back again, she laughs. But after she comes, when she can't do what he wants, she tears up.

Doused in excess, her balance centers upon one point only. Small effort sets her in motion, back and forth, swinging.

Like some animal, PD leaves Hunter hanging in a cramped cage, her hair obscuring part of her face. She's soon shackled and strapped into her tight position. He plays with her pussy and tickles her feet. Then caning and the dreaded skewer. He fingers her pussy again. Now she's wet. PD takes her on a rollercoaster ride of sensation, getting her off early. Orgasm as a precursor to torture.

She undresses inside the cage, squirming her muscular body this way and that, finally giving a glimpse of her huge tits. Mr. Pogo's propped inside of her. Red and black spike heels go on her feet and she's lowered to the floor.

First, the cattle prod. After that, the cane. He locks her neck outside the cage and slaps her face until tears form in her eyes. A solid ring gag holds her mouth in a perfect O. Her huge tits are lashed to a bar of the cage and caned. He places the vibrator in her plush pussy then makes her reach for it so that she chokes herself as she comes.

There's always a payment for pleasure.

She's looking for easy money. God knows what he's looking for. He picks her up in a small town and drives her someplace way on the edge of nowhere. She doesn't know it yet, but she's in trouble. And he's ready for cunt.

He cable ties her wrists to her ankles then makes her suck his cock right there in the front seat of his truck. Then he stuffs her mouth with a Maxi-pad and wraps electrical tape around her head. She's helpless now. Completely. He drives her even farther out – the long road to nowhere.

A noose around her neck leads her toward a barn. Trapped against the rough barn siding, she's folded neatly in half at the waist. He bangs her so hard the head of his dick must be pounding the bone of her back.

Bilbos and a long cleaning with a bristle brush prep her for another mouth job. He jams his long cock so deep in her throat she can't breathe. And he holds her head there until she squirms, desperate for air. She screams hysterically as he inflates first an ass plug then a dildo inside of her. After lacing a hood tightly to her face, he leaves her for the night.

It's the weekend. One day down.