Locked in a cage, her face is cock high. Whimpering, she reaches out of the cage and into his pants.

He straps her flat to a board and torments her feet. Desperate, she begs to suck his cock. It goes on this way back and forth - torment, cock-sucking, torment, cock-sucking. . . .

she's fucked, vibrated, and choked. brina comes and comes and comes.

Viciously caned with his cock deep in her throat, her screams ripple through his prick. . .

Part one of Bondage Pig focused on humiliation. Part two is about sister dee's asshole. And pain, pain, pain.

Lying on her back, shackled, and her body neatly folded, sister dee's ass juts out. PD canes her, and she moans appreciatively, a dangerous pleasure. She's fucked in the mouth and ass. After vibrating her to come, PD gives her a pearl necklace.

PD chains sister dee to the chair of Ten Thousand Pricking Points of Pain, letting her ripen. Now sister dee's incredibly glad to suck PD's cock. Her pussy drools. With a bag over her head and a vibrator on her engorged pussy, some comes again, wailing like a banshee.

Locked into The Machine, PD sets sister dee swinging back and forth, caning her ass on the back stroke. Her pussy's sopping wet and dripping again as she gets fucked and caned. PD wanks himself as he vibrates her on and on and . . .on.

PD's got two girls at the farm. As one dresses upstairs, the other one's downstairs in restraints and a chastity belt, preparing his breakfast. As PD eats, madisin sits beside him, her arms locked behind her. bronte sucks his cock beneath the table. PD smears food on madison's face. Then he fucks bronte as she licks madisin's face clean.

bronte drags madisin into the barn and locks her into the carvet, taking a luscious taste of madisin's clit. PD bags madisin's head, asking if bronte played with her. madisin denies it. Later, bronte returns with another bowl of breakfast. She orders madisin to eat it all, everything. Otherwise it's my ass and feet, bronte says. But madisin can't get it down. So bronte has to get rough, caning madisin. In frustration, bronte eats a few bites to help madisin empty the bowl.

She ate everything? PD asks. bronte assures him that she did. So PD straps a dildo on bronte's face, making her fuck madisin. After madisin comes, bronte sucks PD's cock through the glory hole of a metal box. But once PD leaves, bronte begs madisin - if he asks, don't ever tell him I ate any of it. It will be really bad if he finds out.

I promise, Madisin assures bronte. Don't worry.

And she smiles. . .

In part one, PD mindfucked kali to the max as a way to get her into the right headspace. In part two, all her resistance is gone. PD administers a mix of pain and sex. And kali takes everything, even a mouthful of spunk.

Wearing the brown leather bustier that was seen on Insex a decade ago, kali's also laced into a skintight leather hood. She wears metal heels. kali's elbows are strapped together behind her, and her wrists are, believe it or not, cuffed to her breasts. Outrageous! It gives her a robotic look, the way she stands and moves. PD whacks her with a cane wherever he pleases. She has no idea where the next stroke will fall. Then she's on her knees, struggling to unzip his pants and suck his very hard cock.

Strapped into a metal frame that hangs from the hoist, kali leans forward, her arms in strappado. A ring gag holds her mouth wide open. PD canes her body as she spins. Then he fucks her cunthole. Then it's cocksucking and caning and fucking and more caning and drool running from her mouth in a long stream.

He ties her nipple piercings to her toes, which just makes his hard cock even harder. Now some very harsh cane strokes and more fucking of her holes until he shoots his wad into her mouth, ordering kali to swallow.

Wow! Sisterdee's an attention slut, a humiliation freak, and maybe completely demented. What a crazy-fun shoot.

PD spreadeagles her on bare mattress springs. He ties her tits ultra-tight with wire, making her very wet. Electrical clamps screw on her nipples and stims penetrate her ass and cunt - the girl's wired. When the juice goes on, she squeals like a little piggy. PD sprays her down - to enhance the conduction - and adds a little waterboarding. Now she sounds like a whacko chimp. But when the vibrator touches her, the very clit-centric sisterdee comes, singing a slightly different tune. And of course PD finishes her off with a few nasty shocks and laughs his sadistic little laugh.

Now she's chained inside the metal box, her body drenched in sweat. PD shocks her, using a remote. A camera inside her box shows PD's cock and balls in the glory hole. She sucks, moaning her demented moans and screaming her insane little screams.

She wears a metal collar with spreader bars locked to each wrist. Her thighs are chained tight to her ankles. He slips a plug in her ass, giving her a bouncy rattail. Now PD leads sisterdee, on hands and knees, out for a stroll to a mudhole. Once he's pushed her into the muck, she goes belly down, wagging her tail, wallowing in humiliation. It's a match made in heaven - PD and his girl-pig.

Maybe sometimes he wonders why he likes to hurt them. The women. Why he likes to make them not quite human. With this one, he's decided he'll immobilize her mouth, thereby immobilizing her flesh. Because her flesh controls him, those breasts that he ties so tight they balloon. He beats them. Tweaks them. Foamy drool spills down her chin. She squirms. She screams. And then he plays with her clit and she begs for it. She moans. And when she comes, she screams again. It's not that different - the pain and the pleasure. And besides, maybe he likes the screams.

He screws her mouth to the floor. He whips her. He canes her. Harsh marks crisscross all over her body, spiking her into the never never land of love. Her pussy swells. She's lost all sense. She's hysterical. He spanks her ass till it's red like a baboon in heat. Pure animal. Pure flesh. Pure love.

The stocks are made of thick wood, heavy. They hold her wrists and neck. She's chained to a post. This is how people go mad. Because there's no relief. No end. Nothing but the unrelenting pain of being alive. He stuffs food into her mouth until she overflows. She tries her best. But it will never be enough. Not for her or for him. At some point he'll make it worse. It always gets worse. Because he's restless. So he wanders about, held in thrall, lost in her garden of misery.

Her wrists, ankles, and neck are cuffed to a dentist chair. She's semi-reclined - a comfortable position. Before the shoot is over, sybil's wracked with pain. Even a whipping is preferable to what PD dishes out. His specialty. Bondage as torment.

The bit of the new metal head harness makes her gag over and over. It wrenches the ribs, the chest, the organs of the body. Then PD indulges in a little waterboarding. It's just terror. Nothing horrible. Not yet. When he vibrates her she comes like an animal, thrusting her cunt upward, like she could eat his arm with her cunt. It's just another PD trick, those orgasms. The doorway to Hell.

It's an angst machine. A body breaker. He uses bilbos to fold her body. Nothing is soft. Nothing forgiving. And she gags repeatedly from the metal piece in her mouth. Drool runs down her chin like someone turned on a faucet. When he canes her, it's a relief. Because now it's perfect - her misery.

Locked onto a cross with the force of her weight bearing down on a sharp edge, she's undone. But this time PD has no mercy. Do you want to go back in the bilbos? he says. She sobs. When he whips her, she roars with pain. And when she comes, she roars with the same animal roar like she's busting out, exploding into some new creature made of nothing but devastation and want. She thanks him in her subservient sybil voice, because, she probably thinks - now it's over. But PD has other plans. A half hour on the cross, he says.

The going price for orgasm?

She's waiting -

her ankles shackled to the floor. The bar of a set of bilbos has been used as a bit so that drool spills out her mouth. Her wrists are locked on either side. When he shows up, he canes her foot, but maybe it's not so bad. Anything is better than being left alone in the barn like that. Especially if you're an attention slut.

She's strapped at the neck, wrists, elbows, waist, and ankles into a metal chair. Then he suspends her, chair and all. He props a long Mr. Pogo inside her and vibrates her. The head of the vibrator completely disappears in her pussy. And she's wet. Very, very wet.

In PD's new play room - the one with electro-torment devices and lots of water features - she's shackled onto a metal bondage chair. Metal electrodes are screwed onto her nipples. And a metal dildo with wires attached goes up her cunt. He gently fingers her clit until it's stiff and hard. Then he turns on the current and lets it run.

A plastic bag covers her head. He pulls it tight until it forms to her face. He loosens it for a moment. Tightens. Loosens. Then he drenches her with water. To increase conductivity, he tells her. He turns up the current. And now she's screaming. A hose shoots water at her pussy. More screams. He turns off the hose and leaves. She's soaked. Worn out. But once more she finds herself

Waiting -

She's straining, dancing on her tiptoes in the barn. Two tight balloons of flesh bauble on her chest - her breasts bound tight with leather. They're attached to a hoist. Her elbows and wrists have been bound behind her back. He shoves a bed of spikes beneath her delicate feet.

Tell me how much you want to suck it, he says, meaning his cock, of course. The pain from her feet makes tears fall from her eyes. Drool runs to her chin. He lowers her to her knees so she can service him. When he's hard and huge, he sits her in his lap and she wiggles. She squirms. All for his enjoyment.

She's strapped into part of a metal bondage chair, leaning forward, her head bound tight to a metal bar. Her ass juts out. He ties her nipples downward and fucks her face-hole, then fucks her cunt. As he tongues her asshole, he vibrates her. He buries his face in her cunt. After she comes, a thick string of drool and foam hang from her mouth.

With her wrists and ankles locked in institutional restraints, she sits in tyler's trolley, her head locked in stocks. A tent caterpillar slowly crawls along her skin. At first it's only one worm. Then two. Before long, he's dumping a whole nest of worms on her face. A ring gag holds her mouth open. She cries, exhausted. After all, it's been four long days. It's the worms that finally push cherrytorn over the edge.

You've got to hand it to her. She's one tough chick.

All of her flesh is at his disposal. PD locks Bronte to the floor of the barn so that he can take his time and savor every sexy morsel.

He sets a stool down over her body and sits at his ease, caning and whipping her pussy, her nipples - wherever he feels like hurting her. Once he's sensitized her skin, he clamps her nipples and labia, pulling them to each side, her pussy wide like a gaping mouth.

Before the clamps, Bronte could hardly move. Now she's afraid to move. He fucks her with Mr. Pogo and places the vibrator against her clit. Did you come? he demands when he detects a spasm in her vagina. Maybe just a little, she says as he keeps vibrating her. She comes over and over, with hardly a breath between orgasms.

He locks her upper body in bilbos - one bar behind her back holding her elbows, another bar locking her wrists to her neck in front. He sits in a chair in front of her, fucking her mouth with Mr. Pogo, gagging her with dildo as she plays with herself.

After tying her hair and hoisting her onto her toes, he takes out the singletail and works her over. She dances on her toes. And he keeps whipping.