Genres: POWER PLAY, Torture, Whipping, Caning, Spanking, Punishment
Video language: English

The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a fantasy. Frightened Captive Tries stinging, drawing blood. To Escape Lorelei hands, To Escape Lorelei whoppers, trapped in unbending metal. To Escape Lorelei movements secured with hooks buried unfathomable inside To Escape Lorelei body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with each step the hooks pull with cruelty inside To Escape Lorelei a-hole and To Escape Lorelei snatch. When I am given away it is merely to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; once more I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from Frightened Captive Tries, nibbling To Escape Lorelei open body. To Escape Lorelei head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over To Escape Lorelei face, crawling into To Escape Lorelei nose, squirming it is slippery flesh over To Escape Lorelei tongue and To Escape Lorelei lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of To Escape Lorelei soreness; this guy called it the mala mansio. In the box, this mind is a shell. Where is To Escape Lorelei torrent of fantasy? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and blood? I breathe in this space, four corners no light- four corners that bind me and I am thonged into this place. I am held here like a moon in infirm orbit. To Escape Lorelei voice echoes so strangely from those aggressive corners. Every pont of time To Escape Lorelei panic threatens to overtake and drown me. He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges throughout To Escape Lorelei undressed body. Some booming metal doom. And now- the moving photos? The brilliance I was drenched in? To Escape Lorelei eyes are open but there is merely darkness. The warped fantasies start: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit. They trample over To Escape Lorelei horror; leave me restless, electric. This gal in the box- slippery and palpitating: can it be? I envy the pont of time of To Escape Lorelei recognition, some towering bliss. Rusty walls tremble upon me. To Escape Lorelei fingers reek beast horror. Hell is so miniature. I lean over the precipice of some dangerous understanding. The red drums And roarings appear to be so far away; is anybody there? A voice rings hysterical- A screech: To Escape Lorelei own? This haze somehow soothing- the iron womb. I float free from the Ropes and tangles, free from the traps of reason. Free of any will: but this I have chosen.

Format: mp4
Duration: 21:22
Video: 864x480, AVC (H.264), 5715kbps
Audio: 312kbps

File size: 944.0 MB