Infernal Restraints - 2007

Infernal Restraints - Year 2007

All videos from 2007. No photo sets.

Years

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Shoots

2007-01-05 Bent Melody The long lost undertow of Insex wells up, dragging PD and sumptuous, sensual Melody in its wake. A metal post fitted with a neck shackle, bilbos, toe and thumb bondage, metal stocks, painful whipping, tit clamps, ass hook, and the bed of spikes. He chains a metal pipe into her mouth for induced drinking. And Melody immerses herself. Innovative and exciting, it's like watching the private play of two remarkable individuals that love BDSM. It's a part of me, Melody says. It comes natural.  

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2007-01-12 Chaste and Pure Part One Ginger The metal chastity belt paired with extravagant metal and chain restraint creates an exploration of metal versus flesh, the pain of prolonged metal encasement, and the crushing of the will. At first, Ginger argues with her boyfriend, reassuring him, He's going to take it off, she says. A minute later she's standing in front of PD. Pissing is painful, she tells him. And messy. She lifts her skirt to show the metal chastity belt locked tight over her pussy. Before long, she's decked out in metal, painfully shackled and chained. Holding a vibrator to her clit. PD wickedly allows her to come but forbids her to move. After a short ride on Mr. Pogo, Ginger's locked into a harsh position. As she comes again, she moans and cries out. It's impossible to tell if it's from pleasure or pain.

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2007-01-19 The Purse Part Two Lotus In Part 2 of The Purse, PD employs bilbos and a devious variation of the cangue, a device of great mass, bending the victim's body to follow its whims. Lotus's head and ass become a mirrored centerpiece, the foci for her interrogation. He lowers her ass onto the bed of spikes and canes her. Mr. Pogo and a fucking machine go at her holes. But it's the machine in her ass and vibrator at her pussy that sends Lotus to la-la land. Unbroken by her torment, Lotus laughs and blushes, coy. She says to PD, You want to go again?  

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2007-01-26 She Rides Star A true professional, Star suffers for PD. She is locked in a box, embedded in a multi-device mechanism, then faced with endurance bondage. Only part of her face can be seen as Star sucks Mr. Pogo through a small hole in a steel box. Then PD fixes her onto a metal form, adding to her misery one hole at a time head harness with inflatable gag, ass hook, and fucking machine. Nipple pullers, a cane, and a vibrator makes her to come. And the grand finale, heavy stocks and the Horse create endurance bondage Insex-style painful, harsh, and breathtaking.  

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2007-02-02 Jade Cums Jade Marxx Porn star Jade Marxx takes the plunge and lets PD scare the hell out of her by encasing her in big, heavy devices, something she's never tried before. Jade starts in the metal head cage, bilbos and chain. After she is worn out, PD locks her onto the metal grid bed with heavy wooden stocks at both ends and u-bolts on legs, thighs, and waist. He hammers a rigid dildo into her cunt. She shudders with panic. Her fingernails dig into her palms. But Jade comes and comes and comes. The fucking machine, nose hook, and great banter between two pros make this edgy shoot hot, sexy, and fun. It is a fascinating study of PD's psychological and sexual expertise.

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2007-02-09 Locked Up Nikki

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2007-02-16 Cell Block P Part Two Pinky In Part 1, Pinky was locked in the Fiddle with a dildo up her cunt and a vibrator at her pussy, driving her mad. Now she's shackled and placed in containment for the entire shoot. The face hole opens and she's fucked in the mouth. Mr. Pogo and a vibrator make her come. After she's tormented with a sharpened cane, the fucking machine takes her in the ass. When Pinky comes, it goes on and on and. . .on.

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2007-02-23 Scrub Mei Mara JC carries a bundle of girl over his shoulder. Her head is taped, her wrists, her ankles. He drops her on the metal bed. PD bolts her head inside a box. Rolled metal shackles lock her wrists and ankles outward. Poor Mei. She pisses her pants. Offended, PD makes her undress, then he scrubs her down. A thick metal collar chains her neck tightly to the headboard. PD dries Mei's pussy with an industrial heat gun. Now begins a heady brew of fucking, orgasm denial, orgasm, and pain as PD whips and canes Mei, ordering her to come when he strikes her hard. PD keeps caning. Mei just keeps coming.  

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2007-03-02 Chaste And Pure Part Two Ginger

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2007-03-09 Cunt Rack Sasha Sparks The metal band around her waist is more than tight. It constricts her liver, her stomach, her spleen. Metal shackles pinch and bruise the skin at her wrists and ankles. And the head cage - forty pounds of steel that does not quite fit. It presses. It rubs. The relentlessness of metal. The little pains accrue.

He positions her so that she cannot quite stand. She cannot sit. So she shuffles this way and that. Her hands make soothing motions as though searching for comfort. But there is no comfort. Not here.

Sasha Sparks is known for extreme bondage. She won an award! She has big tits. Huge tits. Tits that men love to bruise. But this man, PD, he ignores her huge tits. He leaves her to stew. Just a little softening up. Just a little ripening. Metal teaches the more subtle meanings of the word "e;cruel."e;

He rolls her out for display. Her head is locked in stocks, a metal gag, her wrists chained to the sides, and her feet stand on metal pipe. It

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2007-03-16 Laughter and Pain Lystra Thick shackles, heavy bilbos, and the Horse create a stark contrast to Lystra's willowy physique. her guileless face, and her wide eyes. PD establishes the theme very early. One foot for tickling, one foot for caning a euphemism for the blending of pain and pleasure as he draws Lystra into a spiral of sensory overload, a dark ecstasy the severing of Self.

With bilbos and shackles bolted to a single thick beam, Lystra's bent over, straining her back. A cane smacks the sole of her foot. She is ordered not to flinch. Not to make a face. PD bargains with Lystra - one more stroke and he'll ease her position. She agrees, taking the bite of the cane with a little smile held tight upon her face. But after he releases her and she lies back in relief, he whips her cunt. And she writhes, trying to protect her pretty little pussy. But it's useless all this thrashing back and forth. Besides, PD's suddenly very kind and sweet. Touch yourself, he says. Rub yourself. And the cane beats her foot. Her fingertips slip back and forth over her pussy, at first hesitant then faster. She comes. The eroticism of misery.

With her legs spread by the shackles, he hoists her upward, off balance. The repeated slap of cane on flesh. Her face has frozen like a bleak landscape over which has been fastened a mask of smiles. She wants to please him. It's clear. She can learn anything to survive.

He staples a dildo to the beam. She's ordered to sit. Penetrated, she sucks plastic cock, fingering herself again. Then with metal locked around her waist and crotch, and a long wooden dildo inside of her, she's told to kneel. But it's impossible with that wooden thing coming out her cunt. As impossible as when she's lying on the floor and told to get up.

Now sitting on the Horse with metal stocks at her neck and wrists, ankle stocks hold her legs open. He gently spreads her labia and ass cheeks for maximum effect. And still, she mustn't frown from pain. Little Lystra's getting weak, flailing. A vibrator adds to the brew. And he canes her ass. She explodes in orgiastic ecstasy. He ramps up the vibrator, pushing it deeper into her pussy. She rides it unwilling. Shuddering.  

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2007-03-23 Processed Erika Kole Gravity plus mass plus steel equals a vicious torment.

As everyone at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her throat. PD ignores her except to raise her up a few more inches, increasing the drag downward. It's nothing really, a simple matter of mathematics.

A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of pussy hair. PD shreds Erika's T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and chest, and at that little tuft of pussy hair. Then she's turned so that she faces the wall. The whip targets her ass and back. And as she fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her body is beautiful in profile as she strains against the metal and gravity.

Erika's wrists are shackled behind and tied to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged through her crotch (a nasty little agony) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull her tits up also. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a body.

A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a cane smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of cries, like some secretive animal that screams all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there upon her cunt. Gravity wins.

Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika's mouth open. Drool runs from her lips to her cunt where white pussy juice wets her hole. The fucking machine stands at the ready. She's positioned and penetrated, as though it is her cunt that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.

He's done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slides along a rail until it hangs over an awaiting box. Erika's dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe screwed in place. Erika's constant stream of noise goes on, more distant now. Far away. A world apart.

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2007-03-30 Peared Pus Kendra James Shackled to a metal bed, her thick steel collar digs into her perfect chin. Her pretty pastel panties, scalloped at the edge, are glimpsed in the shadows between her thighs. And as he tickles and canes her, two torments simultaneously, it's clear. The primacy of Her in his mind. A fucking machine is raised into position. Embedded in metal and machine, she comes.

Is it his lust that drives him to such extreme means? Unbridled want? Desperation? Or does he so fear this animal, that he keeps her clasped in metal that cannot want, cannot feel, cannot love, cannot lose?

She's locked in the fiddle that's chained to a metal ankle spreader. Metal gag against her soft lips. She is dismayed by metal, but still, she's powerful, don't you think? Because she's lovely. You can't stop thinking about her skin, her breasts, her ass, her smell. Even from where you sit viewing her on your screen, you smell her, don't you? He flogs her. He controls everything. He controls nothing.

The Pear slips inside her. He turns the key to lock it in place. It's a work of art, the Pear. A complex mechanism. Like her. Maybe that's what he thinks. That it's as simple as a twist of the key, loosening her power over him. So he practices the erotic art of self-deception.

The Pear goes in, filling her cunt that empty space, that vacuum, that everything and nothing place where even the gods stumble. The handle of the Pear is turned. Whose hand turns the key? Whose desire? Whose despair? The Pear is sucked inward. Clamps bite into her nipples. And her body spasms in pleasure. She comes. Her fingers bend, as if beckoning.

The Animal rises.  

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2007-04-06 Wrenched Cherry Torn

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2007-04-13 Ms. Hercrack Hollie Stevens The Grand Inquisitor sits at his desk. The self-abuser is carried into the room locked in double shackles, a bag strapped over her head. The metal collar holds her in place where all the girls are held for interrogation directly in front of the Inquisitor. And as she's measured her neck, breast, the depth of her cunt, the width and depth of her face hole she is constantly under the control of metal. The Grand Inquisitor allows no resistance.

Her training begins, the teaching of her innocent cunt. She must masturbate for him. She must learn to take pain with her face frozen, blank, the howl of pain stuck inside, in the isolate of some unfathomable endless space.

He designs for her a construct of irritation and pleasure, using the tools of his trade. A primitive chair a square post for her ass with wrists and ankles locked away from her. The repeated sound of a cane striking flesh. It's nothing, a little discomfort, then a little more. A metal bit locked into her mouth holds her head in rigid stillness as she comes for him.

The bars of the narrow standing cage compress her flesh. Her neck is locked and still. He pokes and prods. He terrifies her with alcohol and a lighter. He lights a fire beneath her feet. He stabs her tight innocent cunt from behind. In every moment, the fact of her helplessness is made plain the metal about her neck, the cage, and the vibrator buried in the flesh of her enfolded pussy.

Bilbos locked at her elbows and knees bend her joints into one position only. Pulling her chain, he drags her mouth to his crotch. She learns to suck cock, how to use her lips and tongue. He leaves her then, locked this way, with her not-so-innocent cunt speared as she lies helpless on the floor.  

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2007-04-20 The Interrogation Safira Angel Spooky serial killer hood. Wrists and neck locked to a post, the stretch in her arms just a little long. All of her weight rests upon her ass and thighs, settling onto a bed of spikes. What predominates is her heavy breathing. He reminds her that today it's about suffering, not sex. And he cinches a belt snug about her waist. More than tight extreme. Because, he tells her, pressure around the torso has the same affect as around the neck. She goes glassy-eyed. He slaps her cheeks. Not much response.

He relents.

She's ordered to undress. It's difficult. She's still half-gone. A triangle of sweat wets her T-shirt between her neck and breasts. When he rubs her clit, she's soppy with want. Whether he gives her pain or pleasure, the lines in her face look like disaster. He tells her to get herself off. Her fingers flick and circle her pussy. She comes, but never once does she smile.

With wrists and ankles locked in double stocks, she could be dismembered, no hands or feet. The bed of spikes braised the skin of her ass. Angry red welts. He flogs it her ass. He fucks her mouth-hole with a handheld cock. Her legs shake. She's fucked in her cunt. He torments her pussy with a vibrator. Her clit goes pointy and stiff. And after she comes, she's soaked at the cunt like some crazy slut trapped in a dense cloud of misery, giving anything for a single moment of release.

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2007-04-27 Perched Koan

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2007-05-04 Prancing Parade Wenona Step 1 The Setup
She looks confident, maybe a little smug, strapped the length of her body to a metal grate. It's an easy position for a bondage pro like Wenona, known for her muscular, flexible physique. But this is PD we're talking about. He starts with a thin wire cane on her ass. Wenona's a screecher. It's girls like Wenona that lead one to appreciate tape and a muzzle. He lectures Wenona on the means of inducing terror as he tapes her eyes. Embedded within the idea of terror, one finds terror itself. A singular example of the merging of cause and consequence.

Step 2 Over-stimulation as Preparation
Start with a car jack, two pipes, and stainless steel anal beads. Add Mr. Pogo and a vibrator. Strap the girl's head upward to restrict movement. Use a heavy cane on her ass. She comes with a howl. He slides her over to the side as though bored. The lights go dark.

Step 3 The Payoff
The Hackle, a PD creation. Wenona rests within its grip delicately, afraid to move. A metal bar connects her neck, wrists, and the sensitive flesh of her inner ass vis-a-vis an ass hook. The Hackle - perhaps the ultimate posture collar, transmitting every movement of the spine directly to her inner ass.

Steel spring clamps dangle bells from her nipples. A gag screws into her mouth to keep down the noise. She's made to walk, lifting each beautifully sculpted thigh high. The strain is clear. She moans and groans. A film of sweat dampens her skin. She takes on a blush. A string of drool hangs from mouth to floor. A vibrator hums in her pussy. She comes, barely able to stay on her feet. But of course, she must. The Hackle won't let her off that easy.

Epilogue
Locked in the Chinese cangue, we see only a head, two hands, and two legs from knee to toes. She's lifted this way and flogged. He sets her swinging. . .

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2007-05-11 Headcase Lystra

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2007-05-18 X Marks the Spot Safira Angel It all started with her interrogation a few weeks back, the way he destroyed her. But it's always about more than just torment, isn't it? He can't stop thinking about her. In the underworld of his mind, he searches for the perfect machine, a symbiosis of metal, gears, and female flesh.

The machine is pristine, sleek, diabolical - highly crafted for its purpose. Some machines are intended to terrorize by their appearance. Not this one. It insures accessibility.

Like certain species of spiders, the limbs are kept in line with the body. That's how it is when he straps down her ankles, neck, and wrists. She's made faceless by rubber a blindfold that smears out her eyes and cheeks. The rubber gag obliterates her mouth. He spreads the arms and legs click, click, click. Using an electric drill, he increases the tension on her limbs, pulling them painfully tight. In the same inexorable, mechanical fashion, he tightens the collar at her neck. She emits a strangled gurgle. In the war between metal and flesh, the living always loses.

Now he whips her with wire. She grits her teeth against it. She hasn't learned how to let the pain flow from the point of fire, up through the spine, and out the top of the skull. A vibrator and cane stimulate her simultaneously. She's trapped in both heaven and hell. When she begs to come, he whacks her harder. It's all about balance, this teaching. Eventually, she begs to come again. In a bored voice, he allows it. And afterward he says he's tired. Let the machines do it, he says.

The sound of a fucking machine. It revs in her cunt. A vibrator hums against her glistening clit. Her hands open as though beseeching, as though raised in prayer. But it's no good. She's in the grip of the machine no nerves, no wants, no needs. It couldn't care less about this girl strapped to its back. It just keeps fucking.  

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2007-05-25 Holding Cell Lavender Rayne

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2007-06-01 Attitude Adjustment Emily

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2007-06-08 To The Darker Side Kali

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2007-06-15 Hot Twat Part One Mei Mara She's young and cute, riding her bike for a day out in the country when her bike gets a flat. Mei heads toward the first house she sees. Before the day is out, she's bound in a farmhouse basement, unable to escape, unable to scream.

When he drags her into the basement room, she's unconscious. He lifts her onto a metal frame, all that remains of a chair. Cable ties secure her wrists and ankles to the frame. When she wakes, she struggles, slowly taking in her predicament. This is when she starts screaming.

He tapes her mouth and laces a leather hood tightly to her head a hood with an oval that leaves her nose and eyes free so that she can see. Anticipation is important to create in a subject of torment. It increases her terror.

A pair of scissors. His teeth on her nipple. A thick, heavy, tight leather collar to keep down the noise, he says as he cinches it tighter around her throat. After he cuts off her clothes, he asks her how her boyfriend fucks her. Fascinated by her pussy, he fingers her clit then rubs a white cream onto her pussy, cunt, and asshole. She tries to scream, but all that comes out are little squeaks. It's because of the special cream on her tender skin hot twat.

A whip. A cane. He strikes her wherever it hurts the most. And after that, he inflates a cock inside her cunt, pumps it up until it's huge, ballooning out of her cunt. He vibrates her to orgasm, keeping the vibrator against her pussy afterward. What will you do for me if I stop? he says. Suck my cock? And she nods yes, making her little squeaky screaming sound. So he stops vibrating her. He walks away, disappearing up the stairs. Her eyes widen. She tries to scream again. Because everything so far has been horrible, unthinkable. But this is the worst.

Now she's all alone.

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2007-06-22 Oxygen Calico A dentist's chair sits empty, waiting. Blindfolded and handcuffed, she's led to the chair. He sits her down and cuffs lock her ankles and wrists in place. Her clothes are ripped and cut off her body. He gropes her breasts then slides cord through her nipple rings to her collar, pulling the cord tight, stretching her nipples. Her body twists against the metal holding her in place. A new metal face-hole creation fits between her teeth. He canes her breasts.

Drool runs in a stream. He uses it to lube her pussy. The Fish, a double metal hook, slips into her cunt, prying her open. A vibrator nestles between the folds of her inner labia. Her hips start a rhythmic motion. Because now she wants what he's doing to her. She wants it very much. You can see it in her eyes and her face, in the softened shape of her mouth.

With PD, it's always more straps. He tightens them around her chest, her neck, and her forehead. She's reclined. Her ankles are strapped to the armrests so that her cunt is lifted and her legs spread. Clips tied to her toes stretch her labia. Her pussy opens, pink and juicy. Mr. Pogo pushes into her cunt. PD canes her foot as she comes.

A gas mask encloses her head. PD attaches a tube and bellows. This is her task for the next few hours. Breathing. He places the bellows between her knees so that she can pump it. If she drops it she's done, a goner breathless. He vibrates her again, but sometimes she forgets to pump the bellows. Because it takes concentration, coming and breathing all at the same time. He laughs. Don't forget to breathe, he says. It's subtle, the game he plays with her.

He makes her come many times. And then he leaves. And she's trying to remember to pump the bellows. It's all about oxygen.  

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2007-06-29 Straitjacket Part One "e;The Close Connection"e; Pinky BDSM gear fetishists everywhere will never unanimously agree on anything much less the attributes and premier sources of visually stunning and highly functional equipment. Unless of course, you're talking about PD's creations. Obsessed with the binding of the human body, PD is scrupulous about efficacy and design. And he hates to wait. So he sewed and re-sewed his own pattern of a straitjacket until he was satisfied not merely with the aesthetics, but also with his requirement that equipment should perfectly fit and restrain any number of body types. As KGB (the metal smith at Intersec) has remarked, It is always a struggle to make it fit both the bitch and PD. The devices and gear you see on Infernal Restraints are one-of-a-kind pieces made by artists for artists with a deep love of the genre.

Part one of Straitjacket features Pinky cable-tied to an antique dentist chair that's worth every penny. The elegant metal chair enhances the delicious lines and curves of Pinky's body as she strains against the tightly constricting bondage that renders her utterly helpless. Clamps wound with copper wire are bolted so tight to her nipples that, well, you just can't squeeze a tit any tighter, even with surgical screws. Pink and lush, her protruding nipples are mouthwatering. PD leaves Pinky with a cunt/clit vibrator in place then drives into town to pick up a couple burgers, a sandwich that Pinky clearly disdains. As Pinky wiggles and squirms against her strict, controlling bondage, PD calls Pinky's cell phone, which just happens to be taped to a voice activated stim. The close connection of copper to nipple, while Pinky is penetrated and vibrated, causes her to have a mind-blowing experience. In Part 2, Pinky's strapped and laced tightly into PD's straitjacket. It fits her body like skin. We'll see just how much she likes the burger PD brings back for her.

Most of the gear used in this shoot was either picked up at a flea market, purchased at a local hardware store, or made by PD. The ingenious re-use of day-to-day objects is well, let's face it way hot. Like FABULOUSLY hot. Like totally INSEX hot.

Note to all Members: Throughout its existence, Intersec has welcomed the ideas and talents of its members who have shown time and again that diabolically effective equipment can be constructed from just about anything. Many thanks to all of our members, especially those with deviously obsessed minds. . .You know who you are.

A Second, More Frivolous Note: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  

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2007-07-06 The Depot Dolly Candi Summers Candi Summers, a sexy blond who's taking a little detour from the world of straight porn, models PD's newest Home Depot collection of homemade restraints hose clamps, pipe clamps, chain, padlocks, and a chastity belt made from wire cable and clear plastic. Her gag is a large hose clamp and clear plastic tubing. The bondage is harsh, applied and removed through the use of a portable drill. PD soon has her dancing on her toes. The pipe clamp screwed around her neck like a collar is chained upward. PD tosses her a pair of high heels and tells her to dance for him. She fingers her clit, protruding from a small hole that's been drilled in her chastity belt. Then a dress is thrown at her. She puts it on, painfully. He humiliates Candi by making her walk back and forth as though she's on a fashion runway. But every movement is a lesson in torment. You're a working girl, PD says sitting and holding a dildo at his crotch. Let's see you do some work. So Candi oh so slowly kneels and does a mouth job.

Now he's got her sitting in one of his devices with her legs raised and spread. Her arms disappear through holes in her backrest. It's time to train the straight porn girl. He starts with a pussy whip, flushing up her pussy and asshole. He teaches her not to flinch as he smacks her with a riding crop. Keep your eyes on me, PD tells her, but it's hard for her, the flogging and the whipping. PD even flogs her face. But now it gets harder. A vibrator makes her come, then suddenly come harder. She begs to be whipped to get the vibrator off her clit. Then begs to be fucked. He fingerfucks her G-spot, then slips in all his fingers up to his knuckles. A huge dildo slides inside of her. Candi, much to her own surprise, just keeps coming.

So after it's all said and done, it's no surprise that Candi's VERY interested in visiting Infernal Restraints again soon.  

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2007-07-13 Mud Melody Melody with her perfect pale skin is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car stops, she's yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. She disappears into darkness.

Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. She slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who's boss. Then he kneels over her, his crotch in her face. He vibrates her until she comes. It's a way of owning everything, even her pleasure.

He leaves her. She settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long ago dream, her toenails are painted red.

It's a nightmare, really. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. He dumps a pile of grain on the floor. She eats. He drops a pail of water near her head. Then it's time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo deep in her throat. He makes her come again, writhing and screaming. From relief? From dread? When he leaves her this time, she can't lie down, only sit and wait. He wants her to come to his bed willingly. But she won't.

Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her mouth. A stim locked inside her. Move those stones over there, he says. She clatters as she walks. He's wearing a jacket in the cold air. She's naked. She slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then he orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does she have? Of course it's humiliating. Maybe if she agreed to sleep in his bed, it would end.

Certainly there's a point at which she will break. We have to assume that she will.

Of course.  

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2007-07-20 Straitjacket Part Two "e;Debility | Dependency | Dread"e; Pinky the response to coercion typically contains "e;... at least three important elements:

debility, dependency, and dread."e;

CIA Human Resource Exploitation Training Manual 1983

Debility

She's laced and strapped into a straitjacket that fits her body without even a finger-width of slack. Institutional restraints buckled about her ankles bend her feet toward her back, her legs folded. A leather gag keeps her quiet. He orders her to get up. She can't. He pulls her onto her knees by the chain and metal collar locked to her neck.

Dependency

After she practices sucking cock, he drops a burger on the floor and tells her to eat. He dangles a calf nursing bottle above her so she can suck water from the nipple. With her ankles locked up toward her shoulders, he fills her ass. A vibrator glides across her clit. He gives her pleasure.

Dread

He hangs her up in the air from the shoulders of the straitjacket. Her ankles are pulled straight to either side so that she affects the splits in midair. A cane whacks her ass and her inner thighs. She screeches and writhes. The vibrator touches her clit again, but this time it turns into agony. This time she doesn't come.

As she swings in the air, her pussy swings, swelled and rippled. . .flushed.  

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2007-07-27 Machine Head Calico After spending time locked in a cavert, a triangular metal device used in English dungeons young, tender Calico is seated on a bed of spikes. Mr. Pogo gives her a morning fuck, first in the cunt then the ass. Afterward, cold metal plugs her ass. A whip hits her pussy, then a vibrator on her clit. After all of that, Calico begs to come, but PD pulls the vibrator away. Not today, he says. He walks away.

Humiliation follows humiliation. She's exercised, led around by the mouth a metal gag with chain attached. She creeps about like some kind of animal. Then it's cocksucking practice. Calico ends up with a face smeared with drool.

All that came before has been a method, a preparation for the coup de grace, a new gizmo fresh from the mind of PD. Calico's locked in a wooden box. Only her head sticks out. Screw clamps, hooks, and tighteners press, stretch, and manipulate her head and face. The vibrator returns, pressing against her pussy. This time she comes but unwisely doesn't tell him.

PD exacts his revenge. The vibrator runs at high speed. Calico makes sounds of distress. He plugs her mouth and leaves.  

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2007-08-03 Hot Twat Part Two Mei Mara One minute she's riding her bike in the country. The next, cable-ties hold her to a chair in a dank basement. You stand before this helpless young woman. She is in your power. There are games you want to play with her. Sadistic games. It is something in your body that drives you to do these things to her. Perhaps it is a form of love. Because in your eyes, her body grows more beautiful by the hour. Until there is an imprint of her wherever you go, whatever you see, whomever you are with. And you begin to wonder if you will ever get free.

You lean down and open a door set into the floor. Shackled and chained, she lies sideways in a shallow box below floor level. She quickly learns to smother sound, maybe to smother everything. You praise her. You're teaching her the contortionist's art the equanimity of self-deception.

You trap her so that her head is on one side of a wall, and her body, arched backward, is on the other side. She's lovely like this, don't you think? Nearly perfect. And so you play another game. It is a game she can only lose. You play this game to make her more perfect, more lovely. And this is the imprint of her that you carry. The sound of her screaming, and of her body twisting and straining.

A hook in her cunt pulls her pussy upward. You vibrate her to orgasm. And as you prepare to put her away in her box, you're already thinking of coming to her later. More games? Is that what you want? How long can this go on? When will it be over? By then, she'll be able to smother everything, walking a dim silence of dream.

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2007-08-10 Black Van Nikki

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2007-08-17 Panic and Euphoria Felonie She says she likes riding that line, the one between panic and euphoria. It reminds me of a tryptych of Bosch. On one side, Paradise. On the other side, Hell. It is the center panel that fascinates. And that is where we find felonie.

He's strapped her elbows behind her back until they nearly touch. Another strap covers her nipples. Toes tied together. Ass plug. Dildo. A set of stocks screwed onto her neck. She comes hard and fast, not bothering to ask permission. Now she has to be punished. We have to ask did she forget on purpose? Because the look in her eyes tells us that she's fallen to one side of the line. Euphoria.

Bosch would have appreciated this side of PD. He contorts and twists the faces of pretty girls. PD slips wire hooks on either side of felonie's mouth and then inserts a nose hook. Now she looks like a living skull.

Felonie takes a whipping on her feet and ass, at first screaming, but learning to be silent and thank PD for each strike. When she's bound to a fuckbench with her ass jutted into the air, she fucks herself on Mr. Pogo. And for some reason, she keeps coming without asking permission. Her punishments mount. She takes a double spanking. Her pussy is huge and gleaming. Like knives gleam in the center panel of Bosch's tryptych. Like trumpets gleam in the hands of angels. Naked bodies impaled gleam.

Fires glow.

Panic. Euphoria.

Where is the line now?  

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2007-08-24 Ms. Roboto Kali Kane As the minutes go by it gets worse and worse. The way your ankles are bolted beside your wrists. Metal squeezes your tits. The collar. The gag. It all hurts. Not a lot. But enough to make everything difficult, even your breathing. You weigh it out in your mind. You can take one more minute. Maybe two. And just when you can't stand another second, PD shows up. He lays a pile of canes and paddles at your feet. And you realize anything is better than being locked in this metal that rubs and squeezes and presses. Anything. You can plainly see that things are going to get a lot worse. But you don't care. Even pain is better than this. You need PD. And that's exactly the way he wants it.

He oils your feet, taking the time to rub it between each toe. His touch is incredible. Marvelous. He says, let me know when you want me to hit you. He makes you a part of your own misery. And he pokes a skewer beneath your toenails. He lights a torch and heats the bottoms of your feet. Your helplessness is profound. It's just the beginning. Extended discomfort marked with bright points of pain and ecstasy quintessential torment.

As time passes, the things that he does begin to seem dreamlike. He's bent your hands backwards, palm up splaying out your fingers. The room becomes fantastical as he torments your fingers, caning the meaty part of your palm. But you don't want him to leave. You don't want to be alone.

You're standing, a 4X4 yoke bolted to your wrists and neck. A metal pipe gag pushes your tongue backwards and down, opening the mouth. Your breath dries your upper palette. You can't swallow or wet your mouth. Metal chastity belt. Ankle spreader. Everything is very heavy. The weight messes with your head. It's bad. Really bad. You're nothing now. Nothing but this weight, this pain. You're not you anymore. And maybe that's exactly what you wanted all along.

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2007-08-31 Straitjacket Part Three "e;Grindhouse"e; Pinky 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.  

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2007-09-07 Cunt Racked...Again Sasha Sparks 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.  

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2007-09-14 Milked Sybil

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2007-09-21 H2O Mei Mara 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.  

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2007-09-28 Shaft Calico 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.  

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2007-10-05 Suck Lystra

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2007-10-12 Vengeance Catherine de Sade

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2007-10-19 Rammed Part One Felonie

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2007-10-26 Suck Part Two Lystra 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 "e;Goodbye, you're always welcome back!"e; Maybe you will be back.  

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2007-11-02 Penetrating The Flesh Pinky

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2007-11-09 Rammed Part Two Felonie

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2007-11-16 In Spades Anna Rose 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.  

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2007-11-23 Cunt Hole Arachnia Web 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.  

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2007-11-30 In Spades Part Two Anna Rose

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2007-12-07 I'm a Bondage Slut Jaden

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2007-12-14 Punsih-Her Leahnim

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2007-12-21 The Ideal Victim Pinky

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2007-12-28 Doll Face Mya McKay 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  

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