IV and Raven - InSex

Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: restraint bondage pain play suffering intense pd enema 912 insexarchives

There is obedience, and there is bottoming.

To sub is to accept enormous taut thongs, manacles, ropes eating her alive, painful poses, numbing of hands and feet, of limbs and mind. She gives over her raiment, her skin, arms, legs, and neck, her youthful marangos to be bitten, pinched, yanked, slapped. She surrenders her scentedpussy, her gleaming muff to be screwed, thumbs hooked in her rippled flower of a-hole. Trying not tomake a sound (and failing), that babe accepts beatings with straps, whippings, floggings until that babe is hard.

As a submissive, that babe is bent animalism the waist, her body laid along a beam, her teat rings bound to the floor, her teats stretched like they’re made of rubber. Her wrists, hungry for the ropes, are fastened behind her back and ratcheted upward, straining her joints.

Pain beats in her body from lips to a-hole.

Her legs are f0rced wide, and a str8 razor, sharper than any knife, is drawn along her sphincter, that taut sensual kiss of defiled flesh. And further, the razor tasting her warm moist opening, the darksome portal of damp heat bringing to mind the scrabbling of bodies, arms, legs,
sweat, cream. That craven receptacle waiting the dangerous take up with the tongue of the blade, a treacherous tongue, tasting her. Wanting greater quantity.

Farther still, to where her flesh mangos and folds, rose-like, smelling of urinate and sex, where enjoyment is akin to rows of teeth gnawing animalism crave, animal play wish, animalism her appetite gone . There. That’s where the razor leaves red trailings, the sullied oozing of *.

Yes. That is bottoming. That is the place of starting.

The resigned hears whisperings, hushed voices behind hard doors, rattling chains, groans.
Submission, the buried room, darksome water, the flowing of cells throughout veins, abbreviated silence.
The quaking of flushed round marangos groped and mashed by intense fingers and thumbs, unknown tormenters given free reign over her body and holes, asphyxiation her with ramrod and cock juice. Terror, blind wish betwixt the hips, pelting rage and whips, fists, the * staccato of the soul.

How much will a servant give? All? And what, in the pont of time that this babe is clutched by the ribs and cracked open animal training the chest, is her award?

First, that babe is disciplined for the entertainment of others. Her teats need to be suctioned and hung with bells to remind her with every step, how this babe is no thing, ridiculous, inconsequential. She learns to walk in impossible shoes. Her head is harnessed and manacled to a sliding track, f0rcing her to stay on her toes. She’s kept moving with a rod animal training the butt, like she’s a goat, a cow, made to walk with a knotted rope sliding betwixt her juicy haunches, every step rubbing her fur pie intense.

She is a piece of handiwork. Art. The slave is not a "me". Not "I".

Her skin is flayed along lines of incision. She is dismembered, circumcised apart piece by piece, her organs eaten, her heart devoured.

A bottom entreats for greater amount.

For her rite of passage her * is siphoned into champagne glasses, the titration of her soul, black r@pture, bliss of defilement. She is painted with Beauty, Loyalty, and Destiny, and drenched in *.

The slave. A universe of no thing where that babe is no greater quantity.

Original FileName: 20010416 - IV and Raven (IV, Raven)

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Duration: 43:09

Video: 320x240, RV30

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IV and Raven - InSex

IV and Raven - InSex

IV and Raven - InSex

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IV and Raven - InSex

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