Cynthia returns to take her chance in the RELOADED version of your favorite pain game, in which the player can draw a new card once each round for an additional 10 strokes. However, the new card is final. The rest of the rules remain unchanged: “The player must distribute 100 strokes among 5 body parts. Each round is slightly changed by a “Lucky card” that the player draws. The dominas are Amanda and Tatjana.
994 MB | 1280 x 720 | mp4 | 00:58:47
Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Extreme, Torture, Fetish, Domination – M On F, Humiliation
Starring: Angel Devil, Karina Hamburg, Scarlett 666,Mareen Deluxe, Master Ron, Ingo Le Grand,
The sadist castle stands as a bulwark of torment for a secret vale of tears of female pain experiences. Voluntarily and full of humility towards their tormentors, the downtrodden women go into the sadistic care of such powerful scene greats as Ingo Le Grand and Master Ron. A festival of torment soon awaits slaves like Angel Devil, Marie, Karina Hamburg or Scarlett 666.
Das Sadisten-Schloss steht als Bollwerk der Pein für ein geheimes Jammertal weiblicher Schmerz-Erfahrungen. Freiwillig und voller Demut ihren Peinigern gegenüber, begeben sich die geknechteten Weibsbilder in die sadistische Obhut so gewaltiger Szene-Größen, wie Ingo Le Grand und Master Ron. Ein Festival der Qualen erwartet alsbald hart geschundenen Sklavinnen wie Angel Devil, Marie, Karina Hamburg oder Scarlett 666.
Filesize: 4.35 GB Duration: 03:11:35
Video: AVC (avc1), 1280×720, 25.000 FPS, 3058 kb/s
Audio: AAC LC, 48.0 kHz, 192 kb/s, 2 channels
She is first locked into wooden stocks to languish for the day. PD keeps her well hydrated, forcing her to drink out of a large calf bottle. He leaves her alone to get drenched in a storm. Shivering, suffering, she can do nothing to protect herself from the pouring rain. After it has subsided, PD tosses dirt onto her damp body and throws some more at her face.
At night, she waits in the stocks, wiggling and whining. After removing the metal pail from her head, PD shoves Mr. Pogo into her mouth, getting the dildo nice and wet before forcing it into her cunt.
Next, wenona spends some time in the barn. A noose pulling tight at the neck keeps her on her toes. Sweating and grunting, she dances around, stockinged legs trembling.
Lying on her back on the dirty wood floor, she is bound with straight arms overhead and legs crossed. PD fucks her with Mr. Pogo then pulls her legs wide into a full straddle. He takes advantage of her position, beating her exposed cunt and ass.
Standing, she is bent over, her arms pulled through spread legs. Rope digs harshly at her crotch; her labia are swollen and discolored. PD paddles her tortured pussy before providing some relief with the vibrator.
Belted down to an old mattress box springs, she lays helplessly on her back with legs open. She flinches and whimpers as PD pushes Mr. Pogo into her ass. Squealing in agony, she suffers horribly in this difficult position.
Body glistening with oil, she is impaled on a dildo and bound to a chair with plastic zip ties. PD denies her air, covering her head with a plastic bag. She breathes deeply, but panics when she begins to suffocate. After PD pokes a hole in the bag, she gasps for air, grateful to have survived another Insex shoot.
1.06 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:30:16
He thinks of them as turkeys.To him these girls are nothing more than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a man who loves fresh meat. And so it begins. They are naked, his girls. There are three of them. He has them in his hunting cabin. Their arms are bound behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A few feet of chain run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one another.
He sits. He tells them about a turkey shoot. As he talks, he assembles his gun. Their little cries and whimpers escalate. Who could have known? One minute you are just walking your dog or sipping coffee in your home. And the next thing you know, you are naked. And he has a gun. And there is really nothing else to do, is there?
When he tells you to run. You run like hell.
He drags them outside and unchains them and starts spewing out pellets, scaring them up good. After all, he wants to be challenged. He’s looking for sport, just a little fun. They run through the woods all in a flurry, screaming, squawking. Open season on girl.
The blond is the first to drop. He takes the others down too, the brunette and the black-haired girl. The marks of paintball drip down their soft skin in red trails. It is quiet in the woods. Their bodies lie still, white, silent.
They are side by side in the back of his truck, all on their stomachs, all in hogties, all gagged. They rock back and forth on bound breasts, bouncing with the bounce of the truck. They make a flurry of terrified chirps. He stops the truck and opens the back gate. To each pair of ankles, he attaches a rope. Then he moves the truck forward so that they are dragged out of the back by the ankles. He hoists each of them up, their bodies hanging upside down in the middle of the woods. He smacks asses. He plays with their breasts and nipples, taut from the cold. His rough fingers twist and knead, doing with them whatever he wants.
Evening comes. A fire burns beside a pond. All three girls are standing, bound tightly together at the neck, hobbled this way, moaning, whimpering in the cold. They shuffle close to the fire. But soon it is too hot. They jostle back and forth, breast to breast, their skin luminous in the dark.
He arrives with a metal grill that he sets on two posts. It is in the shape of a body. He tells them they have to decide who is going to be cooked tonight. It is for them to decide. They moan. They cry, moving backward, clustered together, the human cook basket waiting.
The blond is chosen. She is locked into the rungs of the frame, her legs spread, arms locked behind her back, and a metal bar thrust into her cunt. It keeps her very still, so that the fire can do its work. She breathes hard as the heat grows, baking, her chest heaving. The other two girls are given the task of making sure she’s roasted nice and even. Her skin goes red. Please hurry, she says, please, please hurry. And so they turn her so she can cook the other side and beg to be turned again. An apple is shoved into the blond’s mouth. She is quieter now. As though she is giving up, letting go. As though she can forget her body. She is basted and barbecued, her round breasts smeared with sauce, dripping down into the fire. Fluid drips from her knees.
The flush of her body may remind him of the pink inner shine of pussy. When the lips are spread and wet, just before the plunge, and now the scent can sometimes be smoky.
1.79 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:51:16
Darcia returned to take her chance in the RELOADED version of your favorite pain game, in which the player can draw a new card once each round for an additional 10 strokes. However, the now card is final. The rest of the rules remain unchanged: “The player must distribute 100 strokes among 5 body parts. Each round is slightly changed by a “lucky card” that the player draws.” This time the two sexy dominas are Amanda and Tatjana.
925 MB | 1280 x 720 | mp4 | 00:55:46
The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark again.
I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as he throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend TYLER is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself.
I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when he nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. He touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then he drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream in ecstasy.
I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. He strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and he looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch TYLER writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough.
The last thing I recall: he is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think he said. He covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. He brings TYLER out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, he unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then he walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a dream. Right?
2.56 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 01:13:11
This little session of agony could have been called all sorts of things. Things like, “A Bitch Screaming,” or “Constant Pain,” or “How The Fuck Can She Take So Much Abuse?” You get the idea. This is not so much about it being electric torture, as it is just Filth in agony for an extended period of time. Think evil experiment or political prisoner type torture, where the bitch bound to that cot really makes no difference. Her suffering is immaterial to the question of how much she can take simply because she is going to take it. So, really, who cares. (Well, she might, but you understand, what she thinks, feels, suffers, does not really matter.)
Filth was already very battered prior to this, you can see her tortured, bruised, welted udders. She is close to being wrecked, broken, turned into nothing, which is what she is, after all.
This transcends mere torture, it is about seeing how low a worthless animal can be driven. Of course, worthless is not exactly accurate. This cunthole does have some worth. It’s worth is exactly the amount of entertainment you receive watching her brutal, agonizing, destruction.
2.06 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:28:42
The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark again.
I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as he throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself.
I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when he nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. He touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then he drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream in ecstasy.
I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. He strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and he looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough.
The last thing I recall: he is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think he said. He covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. He brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, he unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then he walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a dream. Right?
1.15 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:32:34
BDSM, Cruel Expression, Restraints, Training, Hardcore, Enema, Humiliation, Outdoor, Abuse
1.11 GB | 640 x 480 | mp4 | 01:37:23
We have already well established It as a gimp. I mean, just look at it. Clearly, gimp.
Used like a gimp, kept as a gimp, tortured as a gimp. It even pisses like a gimp.
But sometimes gimps can be even more fun, and by fun we mean, her agony is more fun for you and others to watch. That is what is happening here with It.
This is a cruel, punishing session for the bitch and we think you are going to love it. To start, the cunt has been in her cage for a while so when she comes out, the first order of business is for her to piss in her bucket – a humiliating ordeal for It.
After that, the real fun begins as she is strapped into a straight jacket, sans tit-coverings leaving her whore-udders out for more abuse. From there the suffering only gets worse for this cunt. It is a Straight Jacket Gimp.
1.63 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:22:43
