IV and Raven - InSex


Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: tying pain play suffering coarse pd enema 912 insexarchives

There is obedience, and there is bottoming.

To sub is to accept raw constricted belts, 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 juvenile tits to be bitten, pinched, yanked, slapped. She surrenders her scentedpussy, her gleaming fur pie to be screwed, thumbs hooked in her rippled flower of gazoo. Trying not tomake a sound (and failing), this babe accepts beatings with straps, whippings, floggings until that babe is hard.

As a submissive, this babe is bent animal training 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 tied behind her back and ratcheted upward, straining her joints.

Pain beats in her body from lips to wazoo.

Her legs are f0rced wide, and a str8 razor, sharper than any knife, is drawn along her sphincter, that constricted sensual kiss of defiled flesh. And further, the razor tasting her warm juicy opening, the darksome portal of damp heat bringing to mind the scrabbling of bodies, arms, legs,
sweat, goo. 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 milk sacks and folds, rose-like, smelling of piddle and sex, where joy is akin to rows of teeth gnawing animal play want, animal play desire, animal play her appetite gone . There. That’s where the razor leaves red trailings, the sullied trickling of *.

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

The slave hears whisperings, hushed voices behind intense doors, rattling chains, groans.
Submission, the buried room, darksome water, the flowing of cells throughout veins, abbreviated silence.
The quaking of flushed round zeppelins groped and mashed by coarse fingers and thumbs, unknown tormenters given free reign over her body and holes, strangling her with schlong and ball cream. Terror, blind desire betwixt the hips, pelting rage and whips, fists, the * staccato of the soul.

How much will a sissy give? All? And what, in the pont of time that that babe is gripped by the ribs and cracked open animal play the chest, is her award?

First, that babe is disciplined for the entertainment of others. Her nipps get 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 shackled 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 moist hips, every step rubbing her slit intense.

She is a piece of handiwork. Art. The feminized male 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 sub implores for greater quantity.

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

The sub. A universe of no thing where that babe is no greater amount.

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

Format: real
Duration: 43:09
Video: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps

IV and Raven - InSex

IV and Raven - InSex


IV and Raven - InSex

IV and Raven - InSex



IV and Raven - InSex


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IV and Raven - InSex