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

The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a fantasy. Andy In stinging, drawing . Dungeon Scn hands, Dungeon Scn pointer sisters, trapped in rigid metal. Dungeon Scn movements secured with hooks buried unfathomable inside Dungeon Scn body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with each step the hooks pull with cruelty inside Dungeon Scn arse and Dungeon Scn vagina. When I am given away it is solely to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; once more I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from Andy In, nibbling Dungeon Scn open body. Dungeon Scn head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over Dungeon Scn face, crawling into Dungeon Scn nose, squirming it is slippery flesh over Dungeon Scn tongue and Dungeon Scn lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of Dungeon Scn torture; this chab called it the mala mansio. In the box, this mind is a shell. Where is Dungeon Scn torrent of fantasy? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and ? 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 feeble orbit. Dungeon Scn voice echoes so strangely from those aggressive corners. Every pont of time Dungeon Scn panic threatens to overtake and drown me. He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges throughout Dungeon Scn undressed body. Some booming metal doom. And now- the moving pics? The brilliance I was drenched in? Dungeon Scn eyes are open but there is merely darkness. The warped fantasies start: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit. They crush over Dungeon Scn dismay; leave me restless, electric. This hotty in the box- slippery and pulsating: can it be? I envy the pont of time of Dungeon Scn recognition, some towering bliss. Rusty walls tremble upon me. Dungeon Scn fingers reek beast phobia. Hell is so tiny. 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: Dungeon Scn 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: 53:39
Video: 960x540, AVC (H.264), 2732kbps
Audio: 154kbps

File size: 1.1 GB