Kiki, one of our residents, has such perfect udders for milking! Small but very supple udders (perfect for binding) with huge teats! The farmer loves pumping those big nipples as often as he can. A tight udder press flattens Kiki’s udders, creating forward pressure. She is tied with her legs wide open, leaving her beautiful HuCow cunt completely exposed. There is nothing Kiki can do, she will have to submit to this very interesting session. A nipple pulling machine is used to tug and elongate her teats, before she is milked hard and fast with the electronic breast training machine. The farmer even uses a magic wand on her swollen clit to give her some relief and support from the harsh nipple treatment. This is Kiki’s life now, and she slowly starts to accept it.

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The plank of wood is snugly tied to my outstretched arms, I feel its weight on my shoulders and walk gingerly in the high spike heels. He pushes me to the floor, the pressure on my knees and shins is unbearable. At first I remain very still, holding out as long as I can, and then: he begins to command me to move, insulting me, even kicking me as I am tied helpless. As I feel the blush rise to my cheeks, I can feel the delicious heat run through my body as well. I am objectified now, I am a doll, a toy. And the games that will be played will be played in order to break me.

My experiences of pain have always been merely accidental, unsummoned, unrelated to my own will. As I realized that I was to be tied up and whipped I felt an immediate surge of adrenalin: not only fear, but a kind of curiosity. I wondered: would I be able to withstand it? Would my mind find a way to master my body, suppressing the inevitable panic? When the pain began, I was swept off with it, like a sudden wind or a wave, and all thought was banished from my mind- there was only the fierce and insistent pain. Then there was a voice in my ear, he was giving me a clue- what I had to learn in order to endure this- he told me to stop resisting it. By this point I was already half-tranced, my mind trying to creep back into an almost-sleep world; I tried not to recognize the breasts that were covered in vicious red welts, a few of them lightly breaking the skin. The thighs being whipped, the pussy exposed and red from the clamps, the whip, the cane.but this was my body. I learned not to resist the pain, but to suffer: and this suffering was beautiful because it brought me to a foreign place, an Other place. This was a place I had never visited in my normal painless existence. It was not that the whip ceased to hurt me, it was that the immediate pain was transformed into something permanent: with this pain I was alive, electric.

I had not thought, before my show, that I would enjoy the pain. In this I was correct. But now, months later, I find that it was that very element that I had not considered before that has remained with me. While I have used bondage and submission to create a world of pleasure, of potentials, of anticipations and denials; I had not realized that there were other places still unexplored, other places I had not been. When I watch the scene of the whipping, I can catch a glimpse of this place through my tear-stained face. I can hear it in my hard short breaths, through my wide open mouth. It is there, in my eyes- gazing out but not focused, seeing a world that only I can see.

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The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio.

In the box, this mind is a shell.
Where is my torrent of dream? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and blood?
I breathe in this space, four corners no light- four corners that bind me
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I am strapped into this place.
I am held here like a moon in helpless orbit.

My voice echoes so strangely from these aggressive corners.
Every moment my panic threatens to overtake and drown me.
He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges through my naked body.
Some booming metal doom.
And now- the moving pictures? The glory I was drenched in?
My eyes are open but there is only darkness.

The warped dreams begin: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit.
They stomp over my fear; leave me restless, electric.
This girl in the box- slippery and throbbing: can it be?
I envy the moment of my recognition, some towering bliss.
Rusty walls tremble upon me. My fingers reek animal fear.
Hell is so small.

I lean over the precipice of some dangerous understanding. The red drums And roarings seem so far away; is someone there? A voice rings hysterical- A scream: my own?

This haze somehow soothing- the metallic womb. I float free from the Ropes and tangles, free from the traps of reason. Free of any will: but this I have chosen.

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Cowgirl’s shopping excursion is cut short when she finds herself alone in a car at the hands of a mysterious man in black.

Immediately jumping into the backseat next to his target, PD manhandles cowgirl and restrains her with chains and cuffs. Quelling her pathetic protestations, he stuffs a rag in her mouth and secures it with tape. He takes advantage of her helplessness, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling up her suit skirt to fondle and grope as the car drives on.

The bound bombshell is delivered to a garage to be prepared for her new life as a subservient sex object and plaything. PD manhandles her out of the car and puts her on display in stockings and heels with ankles cuffed, wrist held overhead. After shoving a ball gag in her face, he lifts her into a wrist suspension. Dangling in agony, she promises to do anything to be let down. Lowered, she quivers precariously, balancing stockinged feet on a weighted ball.

Lifted midair once more, she is given a thorough, cold hose down. Drenched, miserable, she is cuffed into a metal chair with legs spread. A scrub brush completes the cleaning process, its rough bristles irritating her tender girl skin. With a rubber hood encasing her head, she is forced to sit and wait in anticipation of what her captor has in store.

His next evil plans leave her on her back on the floor with arms tied to bent, spread legs. He steps on her bound, bulging breasts then leaves her alone again, panting in terror.

Later, she is trained in toe shoes. Back arched, she spins gracefully on a single pointed foot. Wobbling awkwardly at times, she maintains her position, holding arms up and bent leg in attitude behind her back.

Grief-stricken, face covered in a leather hood, cowgirl stands with wrists and ankles cuffed while PD assembles his next evil device. Spread wide, she is fettered to a wooden X and pulled high into the air, exposing her pussy for Mr. Pogo’s penetration. Left hanging by herself, she takes the opportunity to pee.

Entrapped in a metal gibbet for another test, the defenseless victim is hung with legs held open, relentless steel digging into her limbs, abdomen, and cunt. PD beats her milky white ass and metal-bound tits then provides a brief moment of relief, vibrating her clit through its metal enclosure.

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