Her wrists are cuffed and hoisted high behind her. She's hooded and shackled. PD lets her fuss and sweat for a while. After some caning and a little breathplay, Kendra's allowed to sit. This is the real beginning, when the torture starts. Hundreds of spikes on the seat, back, and arm rests of the chair bite into her soft flesh.

A metal collar attached to the chair immobilizes her neck. When she refuses to drink from a water bottle, a harness is strapped onto her head, forcing a tube into her mouth. He pours water into a funnel, choking her – somewhat like drowning. She complains that she has to pee. It dribbles out from the crotch of her pantyhose, pattering against the metal of a bucket beneath her.

Her back is chained tightly to the spikes of the chair. Mr. Pogo fucks her mouth and cunt, and a vibrator hums against her pussy. She tries to stay still, but it's impossible. The spikes make multiple marks on her skin. She comes, mewing like a cat.

Chained to a metal bed, she can't get comfortable. He thrusts her pelvis upward with a huge block of wood. Whipped on her pussy then vibrated, her body twists and pulls against the chains. She gulps at the air. Kendra comes again, her pussy flushed and rosy.

Sybil's submissiveness is sorely tested by a barrage of devices that strain her to the max – body and soul.

She sits on a stool, her neck and wrists fixed in stocks. PD tapes her stinky panties over her face, then pulls the stool from under her ass. As she struggles, sybil thanks him, the perfect submissive. Ever helpful, PD puts a hook in her cunt, props Mr. Pogo inside her, then provides a bed of spikes to sit upon. Spike heels for her feet, face torture, and nipple clamps add to her misery.

Strapped to a pivoting metal grate, a clear latex hood gives sybil an eerie look. After a whipping and cattle prodding, he bolts a long, large dildo inside her cunt and vibrates sybil, denying her an orgasm. Oh please, oh please, sybil moans. Finally he allows her to come, but then sybil's begging again - oh please, oh please take it off. PD forces out another orgasm before he relents.

She wears the leather bag hood, a metal collar, tit squeezer, and waist belt. PD locks a cunt-trainer between her thighs. It forces her to keep her legs spread. Chained to two poles and standing on the bed of spikes, sybil can barely move. She's caned on the ass and tits. But sybil is very tired. She's exhausted. One more orgasm finishes her off.

Cherrytorn bears the brunt of harsh implements and two predicaments that build intensity over time. In the first, an accumulation of devices creates a physical quagmire for cherrytorn. The second tableau looks like an H. R. Giger print – a body arranged to be reminiscent of the female form, embedded in technology.

She's moaning from the very first minute, wearing uncomfortable wooden stocks, a metal head cage with metal bit, and flat steel ankle stocks. She sits on a stool, her camo mini-skirt hiked to her thighs. Up through a hole in the stool seat, a set of rigid stainless steel anal balls works its way past her pretty polka-dot panties and up her ass. Even orgasm can be torture, much less caning and whipping. Every change in position brings more pain. Enter PD with Mr. Pogo in one hand and a cattle prod in the other. He proceeds to do one of the things he does best – terrorize.

Cherrytorn's body is folded and crimped into a tight splayed position. She hangs in a simple metal frame that pivots at the waist. Black leather straps, mitts, and strangulation collar immobilize her. After a warm-up with a cane, PD's large fist slips into her cunt well up to the knuckles. She mews and moans as a vibrator works her overly-sensitized clit. A speculum spreads her cunt. He tightens cherrytorn's collar, pivots her parallel to the floor, and fucks her with a dildo. Then turned upside down, cherrytorn's mouthfucked until her face goes as pink as her hair.

Tattoos on the backs of her fingers read – DOLL FACE. So what's this girl with the doll face doing here, standing at the lip of The Inferno?

She wears the Fiddle and the double ankle shackle, metal ball gag. Painful unrelenting metal. Drool drips from her mouth as PD fingers her pussy and cunt. The hoist pulls the Fiddle upward. A vibrating bullet presses into her pussy. PD pokes her breasts with a skewer.

(You can poke and prod a doll with a skewer. A doll doesn't feel.)

The Fiddle is attached to a short metal arm jutting out from a metal pole. At first she's on her knees and fucked and caned. But soon she's on her feet and PD's driving her around and around in circles.

(If you humiliate a doll, will the doll turn her face away? If you play with a doll's pussy, will she come?)

With institutional restraints on her wrists and ankles, Mya's affixed to one of PD's devices. She sits with legs up and spread. Clamps on her lovely nipples pull them upward. She's pussywhipped. Straps on her inner thighs force her pussy outward. It looks huge. He fucks her with three fingers. Then with an dildo inflated in her cunt and a finger in her ass. The vibrator hums in that large pussy. Drool spills out her mouth. She comes once, twice, three times very fast, shooting the inflated dildo out her ass.

Distant afterward, her face is devoid of expression. So maybe that's why she's here. Perhaps the doll wants her Doll Face shattered.

To be or not to be. . . Conscience does make cowards of us all. . . William Shakespeare

In the 1970's, a young woman named Colleen Stan was hitchhiking. Within a matter of minutes, she was handcuffed and her head locked in a box. She spent seven years under the control of her captor.

MILIEU CONTROL

The girl wears a simple dress, not sexy, certainly not ostentatious. Her head is locked inside of a box. The girl's hands and ankles are cuffed. The box smothers her sounds.

Solitary confinement and sensory deprivation cut off contact with the outside environment. It seeks to establish domain over the individual's sense of self.

PERSONAL MANIPULATION

Her gives her sexual pleasure. He caresses. Then he canes – sharp and biting. He shocks her with a cattle prod while a vibrator is clamped against her clit. The shocks are delivered intermittently, allowing her to wait, to guess when the next shock will occur. In the end, he shocks her pussy. She cries.

Coercive techniques and intense terror cause the subject to regress in reverse chronological order. Reduced capacity to deal with complex situations lead to dependency upon the captor – as a child to a parent.

GUILT

Her legs are strapped to posts bolted to the floor. Her head, strapped in a harness with inflatable gag, is pulled tightly backward to her arms in strappado. He inserts a dildo and orders her to keep it in. Then he beats her with a cane. The dildo shoots outward. He admonishes her and this time inserts a dildo with a speculum. Attachment points on the speculum are tied to the floor, pulling her pelvis downward, putting pressure on her arms. A wire cane beats her. Pain that the subject feels she makes worse by some action of her own is more likely to sap her resistance.

THE DISPENSING OF EXISTENCE (BEING OVER NOTHINGNESS)

He locks her in metal stocks, smiling as he canes her. Mr. Pogo is tied inside of her and a vibrator thrills her highly colored pussy. Hazel-eyed Pinky sits on Mr. Pogo, trying to work the vibrator to just the right spot. . .

Sultry and beautiful, Leahnim's into pain instead of Prozac. PD's happy to oblige. He shifts into overdrive – orgasm denial and a heavy dose of torture.

Thick U-bolts sunk into a 4X4 lock down her ankles and wrists. PD laces the original Insex hood onto her head. She's left to stew with a small vibrating bullet inside her panties. She gets off, but without asking permission. PD punishes her with the cattle prod. A cane whips the backs of her thighs.

With her ankles held fast by U-bolts, her head and wrists are locked into flat steel stocks. A wooden tit-squeezer cranks down, flattening her breasts. A skewer pokes her feet. Her pussy goes creamy. When she asks to come, PD pleasantly removes the vibrator and pokes under her toenails. He tightens the tit-squeezer. As he tortures her feet, he orders her to be silent, not to move. Now the vibrator again. She begs to come. The vibrator goes away. More foot torture. This goes on and on. At some point, Leahnim comes anyway.

For punishment, PD sits her ass on a bed of spikes. She screams in agony. But when PD vibrates her and denies her orgasm, she comes again!

Embedded in The Machine (a torment in itself), her huge pussy dangles between her thighs. Asshook, pussy clamps, and Mr. Pogo tied inside of her. The skewer again, and NO, you cannot come, PD says to Leahnim when she begs.

She comes.

PD locks jaden in metal stocks, chains her neck to a short post, and pokes a long, fat wooden dildo into her cunt. It protrudes a good six inches, prohibitive of comfort, though PD graciously invites jaden to make herself comfortable as he leaves her to languish. She lies on her back and writhes in sexual want, using her foot to manipulate her woody.

jaden eats her breakfast with great difficulty. So PD dumps it on the floor and tromps it with his boot. He locks her ankles to the stocks, spreading her cunt and pussy wide. She's vibrated until she comes. jaden accepts her pleasure gladly, not realizing her mistake. It didn't occur to her to ask permission. She sits in a daze, her pussy wide like a mouth, her labia loose and wavy – like a blossom.

A cattle prod and a bed of spikes are her teaching tools as jaden memorizes the rules of orgasm for bondage sluts. But after a ride in The Machine with Mr. Pogo up the ass, she comes without permission again. PD promises her an appropriate punishment during her next visit to Infernal Restraints.

In part 2, anna rose has made her decision. She's on top of the barrel, cable tied like she's red meat and ready for the spit. anna takes three fingers and an inflatable plug up the ass while a vibrator goes at her swelled pussy. PD refuses to let her come.

Now a crotch strap cuts deeply into the soft flesh between her thighs, holding in the plug and a vibrator. She wears mitts and a skintight hood. PD circles like a wolf on the prowl, zapping her with the cattle prod. Then anna's crammed into the barrel like herring, the lid's slapped into place, and a hammer bangs down the ring.

The barrel rocks as anna struggles. She's such a noisy, restless submissive. The vibrator's activated and the plug inflated. Out go the lights. The vibrator hums, its control glowing red in the dark.

In the morning PD kicks the barrel to wake her up. Then he rolls the barrel back and forth across the floor – Prelude to a Torture.

She's chained into “The Chair With a Hundred Hungry Spikes” and left to simmer. Metal tit-squeezer, metal collar, and metal head cage give anna the full farm experience. Her temptation is to shift. It just increases her agony, wearing her down until she's noisy again, screaming and moaning. A vibrator hums in her pussy. Her sexual exhilaration smashes head-on into a hundred pricks of pain. anna screams as she comes then continues to scream. Agony? Ecstasy? anna's blown way the hell out to never, never land.

She's packed into a cage in a painful kneeling position. Septum clip, metal ring gag, and a clamp around her neck controls her face. He fucks her with Mr. Pogo. She's so juicy she drools all over Pogo, puddling on the floor. She ejaculates onto the vibrator. At her other end, he vibrates her nose while Mr. Pogo fucks her mouth. He returns to this throughout the shoot – that her cunt is a mouth and her mouth is a cunt. He makes her say it out loud.

My facehole is my cunt.

She's suspended in the cavert and fucked again. Her pussy lips open and close like a mouth. She slobbers everywhere. Now the dildo's jammed to the back of her throat. He threatens to use the cattle prod and she weeps from fear. Snot, drool, tears, and pussy juice.

My cunt is my facehole.

She goes for a ride in “the Machine,” kneeling with her arms locked back. More deep-throating while he tickles her. Then she takes Pogo up the ass. He canes her feet and clamps her nipples, hanging them with weights. Strands of drool and snot hang from her lips and nose.

Her cunt weeps.

In part one, anna arrives at the farm. She stipulates that she won't remove her nose ring. So PD locks her wrists in bilbos and attaches the rod of the bilbos to anna's nose ring. It's the first of a series of scenes that create psychological stress for anna, a submissive who obviously loves to please.

In a submissive fervor, anna accomplishes tasks with her wrists and heavy bar attached to her nose. PD leads her to the basement by the nose and hooks the assembly upward, slipping a vibrating bullet in her pantyhose. He fucks anna with plastic cock and locks her bilbos to her pussy ring. Then PD “helps” anna squish her tall body into the sub-floor cage.

Rain pelts the roof of the barn. PD leads anna on a tour of possible holding devices for her overnight confinement. They all seem so small. She hobbles along behind, now with a metal gag cutting into her mouth. So which one do you want, PD asks her.

Poor submissive anna. Her quandary is huge. Are submissives supposed to choose? Besides, when PD offers anything to his victim, she always pays.

In spades.