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KinkyCore – kc196 Christine – Nettle torture
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KinkyCore – kc193 Suzanne
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Christine Thunder’s great BDSM/Fetish project. Nettle torture, piercing/needle play, and outdoor fetish scenes, torture, spanking, hot wax, electricplay…
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KinkyCore – kc191 Christine
Christine Thunder’s great BDSM/Fetish project. Nettle torture, piercing/needle play, and outdoor fetish scenes, torture, spanking, hot wax, electricplay…
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Video + full photoset
Release: 2003
She’s nervous, sitting on a couch. She leafs through a magazine, looks around, fusses with her hair. In a moment of anxiety, she picks up the phone and dials a number. Her friend Donna answers the phone.
I think I’m in over my head, she says.
Donna is reassuring. Relax, she says. It will be okay. He’s great. He’ll take good care of you. You’ll have great orgasms. You’re going to have fun.
Wenona doesn’t seem reassured.
PD knocks on the door. When she answers, he gives her a teddy bear as a gift. I have this contract for you to sign, he says. It obliges you to act a certain way over the next several hours.
She is reticent. More nervous. The contract refers to her as the “subject” and he is the “handler.” She has to be under his control for the duration of the “event.” It adds to the excitement, he says. It’s part of the scene. Don’t worry. She balks. Almost doesn’t sign. But in the end, she caves. She signs.
Nothing terrible.
Not yet.
But then he has a pill he wants her to take. A sleeping pill. Don’t worry. It adds to the excitement. It’s part of the scene. Nothing to worry about. Not now.
Not yet.
She takes the pill.
He puts a video on the TV. It’s a video of a naked girl in chains and shackled. She’s sweaty and dirty, digging a hole. She’s a good girl, he says. She was locked in a box overnight. It wasn’t so bad. It was cloudy that day, it didn’t get that hot in the box after all.
The tape shows the girl with her head locked outside of the box. The head, he says. Don’t you think it’s the prettiest part of a girl?
Wenona’s getting sleepy, drowsy. He takes out mitts and puts them on her hands. To protect your nails, he says. I don’t want to ruin your nails. But she’s almost unconscious at this point. She lays her head on his shoulder. She drops off.
He sets a plastic transport box next to the couch, undoing her skirt. He rolls her into the box. The lid snaps shut.
The screen goes dark. A flashlight shines in the dark. It shows her shirt, her breasts, her body. We hear the in and out of breathing. The flashlight shows a gas mask with her eyes inside, behind the round glass openings.
The lights go on. She is on her back, lying on a metal bed. Stocks fasten her ankles, spread apart. Her neck and wrists are fastened in stocks at the other end so that she is stretched out. He cuts off her clothing. Her body is lean, athletic, tight. She struggles. He sits beside her and dials a phone.
She’s ready, he says. And already a little wet. He hangs up.
He lubes her pussy and cunt and drills a dildo inside of her. Then he toys with her, pulling on her nipples and the hairs of her pussy. He plugs the intake tube of the gas mask. You’ll breathe when I want, he says. And she struggles, distressed.
Perhaps she’s thinking, things have now gotten somewhat terrible. Somewhat. This goes on, with him making her plead for air and thanking him when she is allowed to breathe.
The gas mask comes off. He tapes her eyes. There is a knock at the door. Donna enters. Wenona has no she is there. She kisses Wenona. She runs her fingers over her. Donna bites her nipples, nibbles, pulls at them. She undresses and straddles Wenona. She fingers her pussy, rubbing her breasts on Wenona’s body. Donna’s nipples dangle over Wenona’s mouth, dropping down for a moment, then withdrawing. Wenona is smothered with breast, cutting off her air.
After a bit of this, Donna sits on her face, telling her to suck it. Donna’s pussy hovers and Wenona’s tongue and mouth reach. Wenona is smothered with pussy, her excitement rising, but she can hardly move. She’s held in place.
A vibrator hums against Wenona’s clit. She comes, with Donna’s cunt smothering her face.
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File size: 272.3 MB
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Release: 2003
Tests IX is another in a series of compilation articles cataloguing the introductory bondage interview and test of potential models.
The first girl admits she likes being overpowered. Cloth is packed into her mouth. Her dark eyes grow large and lamb-like. Her wrists are bound behind her, her elbows and ankles cinched with the rough brown rope. Rope circles her waist, her chest. As her body wiggles on the floor, her skirt works itself up her thighs, showing her pink panties. He feels her up and looks at her ass and cunt as she emits muffled protests. She is hogtied, her ass and tits bared. Fingers squeeze her nipples. She squirms, fighting the ropes, setting up a fuss as her cunt and her breasts are pawed.
The next girl works as a Dominatrix. But this time the tables are turned. Her legs are bound to the chair with plastic wrap. Black plastic is wrapped over her eyes, forming to her head. The chair back is tied to a pulley above her. Then she is wrapped to the chair about her waist, her arms plastered to her sides. Her breasts appear to spill outward. A strait razor slices her top and severs the bra. The edge of the blade is pressed into the soft, mounded flesh above her pierced nipples. The razor moves to her thighs. She whimpers, no more the Dominatrix. The chair is suddenly pushed backwards, to be caught by rope tied above. She squawks. Her skirt is ripped apart and her sheer panties shredded by the ultra-sharp edge of the razor. The inviting, pale flesh of her cunt is already shaved. “Please,” she says, begging for the blade to be nice. Her feet are tickled. She giggles, her round breasts bobbing.
A rope is tied to each ankle and her feet are hoisted up so that she is spread. The strait razor investigates her velvet labia and clit. Clothespins bite into the tender, sweet flesh of her labia and are attached to her toes, so that she is opened. She has a pale pink pussy. The inverted V of her labia, shielding her clit, is reminiscent of an orchid, the specialized petals opening and closing as she is tickled again, intensifying the effect. Her rosette darkens to a rich pink.
Another girl is bound upon her knees, her ankles roped tightly to her upper thighs. Her arms have been raised above her head then bent backward so that her wrists are bound together behind her neck. She sways back and forth, rhythmic, investigating her predicament. Then she is lying on her back. Clamps are attached to her labia, pulling them apart. Her face remains unemotional, detached. She is introduced to Mr. Pogo, which she takes readily into her mouth. When Mr. Pogo is wet, it is pushed inside her cunt, the inner lips widening to accommodate. She takes it, silent, the wavy margin of her lips reddening.
An Asian woman in a posture collar stands, her arms bound in a Japanese cradle. Her breasts are pinched between two taut ropes. One ankle is tied off to the side, and the other is raised and tied at the knee. Clamps are placed upon her nipples and tied upward with her long hair, her breasts purple. Her darkened clit and inner labia dangle downward, widening as Mr. Pogo enters.
The next test is a girl in a camo dress and tennis shoes. She’s had fantasies, she admits, of being tied and forced. Her elbows are bound behind her back, but her wrists are tied to her sides. Her crotch is bound. She wriggles, fighting the rope.
She’s gagged with cloth, her face taped. The camo dress is cut off her shoulders, her soft, pale breasts revealed. A rope is wrapped around and around her neck. She is laid on her stomach, the neck rope tied back to her ankles, arching her back, choking her.
A very wide collar is strapped on her neck. A pulley is hooked onto the collar, pulling her up on her toes. As she is pawed, she fights, but can hardly move without choking herself. A nose hook keeps her head high. She wavers, unbalanced.
Bound to a post with her arms in strappado, she is bent over, her head upside down. Her mouth and eyes are wrapped with rope and cinched to the post. Her cunt is bound, pulling back the thick, fleshy lips to give open access.
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File size: 343.9 MB
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Release: 2003
Interlude is the edited footage of a live feed with Spacegirl and Moonshine, shot in three segments, July 12, 2003.
The first half of Interlude explores the imago and predicament of long term containment.
The second half follows Moonshine into the barn for intense bondage, torment, and pleasure.
It begins with two girls naked on a mattress, chained to the wall. One wears a solid metal hood. The other wears a heavy metal head cage. The one wearing the metal hood investigates its immutable surface with her hands, as though trying to understand it. The two girls touch one another. They hold hands, seeking comfort in this strange circumstance where they wait and wait.
Upon a mantel rests a skull and torture devices, perhaps portraying the course of things to come. Then we see a metal container. The doors are opened to reveal two girls packed side by side within, separated by a metal grid.
Once the hoods are removed, Spacegirl and Moonshine sit, waiting. Time is the enemy. It eats into muscle, into the mind. The container is turned on its side so that now they are stacked, one above the other. They re-position, their naked young flesh stark inside so much metal. Metal plates are removed from the side and each girl’s head is pulled out and bracketed in place.
Spacegirl is slapped in the face repeatedly. They are both gagged. The metal grid is hard on knees. Pain mounts in small increments. Clothespins are placed on tongues, ear lobes, and the septa of their noses. They wait. Now time is deadly. Drool drips into the hair of the one below. The girls help one another, finding a way to remove the clothespins. But with the clothespins gone, the pain of their position becomes paramount. Their torment rises.
The gags are removed. More face slapping. But a caress here and there between the slaps creates compliance, willingness. The metal plates are unscrewed. They recoil into their containment, worn down by captivity.
The second part takes place in the barn. Moonshine is strapped onto a chair. A tight black leather hood conforms to her face. She has only a small hole through which to breathe, rocking with each breath as though it is a struggle.
His shadow darkens her form as he approaches. He fondles, kisses, plays with her breasts. Her feet are raised to the front corners of the seat and strapped in place, so that her knees are up and separated.
When the hood is removed, a clear plastic bag, loosely fitted to the head and neck, is put in place. The plastic fogs from the moisture of her breath. A dildo goes inside of her, its shiny black surface setting off her many dangling labia rings. Clamps pinch her nipples. He flogs her pussy. Cord is looped though her labia rings and tied off around the protruding base of the dildo to keep it in place.
The clear hood is replaced by the tight black leather hood, each lace pulled to meld it to her face. The hood creates the sense that her head is an representation rather than a living thing. Her hands, pinioned together by the heavy leather strap, make worried movements. She holds them together as though in prayer. And the flogging begins again. Her skin goes red from the welts about her pussy. Her breast is mottled by the whip. The Eroscillator appears. The maw of her pussy widens from excitement, ringed by labial jewelry. When she is unable to come by the time he counts backwards from ten, he turns off the vibrator and leaves.
Then she is standing, legs spread, arms bound back. The high collar on her neck keeps her chin up. One leg is tied to the beam behind her, perpendicular to her body. He shocks the bottom of her foot with a cattle prod that looks for all the world like the Devil’s fork. The vibrator returns, but a cane appears also. He uses them together. She screams and cries. He kisses her. She looks shell-shocked, her bright red breast like a neon sign.
She finally comes, her face a mixture of and pain.
Genre: BDSM, Extreme Bondage, Domination, Sadism, Masochism, Torture, Fetish, Spanking, Rubber
Format: avi
Duration: 01:31:01
Resolution: 320×240
Size: 687 Mb
File size: 687.6 MB
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