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.

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 torment 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, a tube inserted 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.

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

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. 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.

PD took the metal frame and strapped me in; then spun me round and round. He wanted me to do something, which I still refused, so he tormented me some, caning, flogging, spinning. The spinning finally did me in. It's a scary feeling, being strapped into something and feeling helpless, unable to get out, and being flipped around and around, feeling like you're going to fall on your face sometime, inevitably. Exhilarating too in a way, and you think, oh it's not so bad, until it happens again and again, and then you realize no, no more. So i reluctantly gave in, and i hated feeling like I'd given in, so i became subdued.

Next, he took me out and stuck me into a hood, and I had a panic attack. I felt like I couldn't breathe and was suffocating, and didn't think I could handle it. After a bit of coaxing, I finally relented and agreed to try it again. The second time wasn't as bad, but I still felt like I was going to suffocate, and I was scared. He finally let me out of the hood after what felt like an eternity, and stuck me into a metal frame cage. Then he hoisted me into the air. Okay, so here, another thing; i am scared to death of heights. especially in a little cage, and despite my misgivings, i was stuck in the cage, so i screamed as he pulled me higher and higher into the air, until I was almost at the top of the barn. He left me there screaming.

The day's over, and it's almost time to go home. I feel like I've been relieved of something again this trip. Everytime I come here, there's usually a session or two that is more intense than the others, and I feel cleansed afterwards. Usually it has to do with some sort of psychological trauma, some sort of major fear. They challenge me here though, and coax me to face my fears, and I feel like I really do end up facing myself ultimately, and it's a wonderful feeling. It's something therapy never could do, but it's interesting about this world, it offers something so extreme, so out of the ordinary, it allows you to be somebody for a moment. It more than anything, relieves you. And for me, allows me to really trust people again, for a little while at least. I can't wait to come back for another session!

You leave the farm awed, never having realized there was a whole different world out there, behind closed doors. It's time to go back home to the ordinary, to your life. You're glad to go back, but you have a few things to ponder now, thoughts and ideas run through your mind, new doors have been opened to you, your eyes opened. What will you do? The figure says "goodbye, you're always welcome back!" Maybe you will be back.

She's headless. Her body hangs upside down in the dim light of the barn. Her skin is smooth, pale. The lines of her body lovely, perhaps made more beautiful by the stark image, the way her head is gone, disappearing into a hole in the center of a large box sitting on the barn floor.

As the shoot progresses, the images come in waves. . . Her shadow as she's hanging. . .Her face, partially obscured, seen through the glory-hole of a rusted metal box. . .The way she scurries like a spider with her ankles locked to her wrists. She's wearing heels, and he drags her by the hair. . . And then the slow construction of an image seen long ago. Was it Cowgirl? PD builds Calico in steps upward until she's held in the air, her cunt and pussy cupped by a curve of steel, her clit and labia protruding through a slit. Her legs are straight and locked outward, her hair tied upward. But in Calico's case, she's wearing the strangulation collar. Her arms and hands are strapped in reverse prayer position.

Throughout the set of images, PD whips her. He canes her ass in red streaks. Two strings of drool drip from her upper and lower lips. She comes, and then she can't come. Her clit's over-sensitized, then she's numb. She wiggles. She crawls. She moans, squeals, and screams. And at the end, when PD's caning her armpits because she lost a game she was set up to lose, she grits her teeth in anger.

No one will be able to see these marks, PD says as he whacks away. He makes her to thank him. And then he vibrates her one last time. Maybe she came. Or maybe she was just screaming from the pain. After all, her clit took quite a beating. She begs him to stop. And then it's over, the end.

But the images linger.

Mei is put to the test, confronted with torments she's not faced in prior shoots and devices not seen since the long ago days of Insex.

Restrained and gagged in a small water tank where, many years ago, leeches swam in the water, mei's body heat fogs the glass. PD bolts the door closed. Then he opens the top hole and sprays Mei. As the tank slowly fills, mei strains her neck against the chain that holds her down. Water creeps above her chin. Panic fills her eyes. After PD has drained out the water, Mei sits and shivers. Waiting.

Cable-tied to the gyn table, Mei's blindfolded and pussy-whipped until her cunt begins to weep. PD tapes a small vibrator onto her clit. His gloved, lubed finger pushes into her ass. An inflatable assplug slides in and expands so that Mei cannot expel it. PD closes off her nostrils and connects the tube of the assplug to the tube of her gag. He ramps up the vibrator. Mei comes, breathing out the ass.

The ends of a pair of jumper cables appear in PD's hands. PD fits Mei's mouth with a dental gag and attaches one electrode. He slips a long metal dilator into her vagina. Now he has his second contact point. Drenching her pussy and cunt with water, he shocks her poor cunt. Then PD holds the metal ball wand that was used so many years ago on YX and before that with Katrina. He runs it along Mei's clit and nipples. Just for the record, it feels like the slice of a knife. And there's nothing at all to smother Mei's screams.

Mei's rewards are the fucking machine, the goat milker, and a vibrator. You know Mei's had one hell of an orgasm when it's a fucking machine-stopper.

We last saw Sasha at Hardtied dragging a nasty, filthy cage into place so PD could stuff her inside it. Which is exactly where we find her at Infernal Restraints. The steel cage squeezes Sasha's flesh as PD questions her about her wild orgasms during her Hardtied shoot. She complains that she's sore from all that pleasure.

As PD hoists Sasha and her cage into the air, Sasha worries about bats. For anyone that hasn't heard PD's constant complaints about bat droppings on everything in the barn YES, there are bats in that barn. And they are very active bats. So as Sasha dangles in her cage, bats become PD's friends. Because Sasha obsesses about the bats. And she gets her first taste of immobility and its agonies.

Mr. Pogo fucks her from below until she's foamy. She spews ejaculate with every plunge until she comes with a lot of screaming. Then PD rolls the rack into place, locking her ankles in stocks, tying her toes, and caning the soles of her feet. He turns the wheel of the rack until her arms go taut above her head. Working methodically as though made from the same stuff as his rack, PD penetrates Sasha with metal pipe and dildo. He stresses her neck with a simple piece of 2X4. The wheel of the rack tightens another click, then another. A vibrator is taped to the dildo. PD remains aloof as Sasha begs to come. He tightens her body yet one more click and flails her huge breasts with a flogger as Sasha's sensitive, brash pussy leaps into yet another orgasm. PD torments her hyperactive clit with the vibrator as though it's an afterthought.

It's all about control. Straitjacket. Metal ballgag. Blindfold. Chain. PD tells Pinky to stick out her butt so he can beat her with a cane. She squirms away. It's clear she has no tolerance for pain. He tells her to shut up when he beats her. If she's quiet, he'll stop. It's a game he plays a game within a game. Psychological control. The mindfuck.

So Pinky smothers her screams to make the pain stop. When he jams a dildo down her throat, she makes herself not to gag. PD compliments her. Pinky smiles. She gets her reward. She comes and comes and comes.

Pinky minces into the barn strapped in the straitjacket. A tit puller yanks on her tits. Chain draped beneath her heels from the shackles makes walking painful. PD sits her on a metal table, spreading her ankles wide. He tells her he's making a device specially fit to her. She smiles.

As he builds the special device, he takes a glowing metal rod out of the forge and taunts her, threatening the bottoms of her feet, her body, and her pussy. He grinds a steel tube, shooting a shower of sparks that shatter against her skin. She freaks. She screams.

Mindfucked again.