Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torment rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
"Guilty," boomed the voice of the judge.
She thought he yawned then. She thought his fingers looked like worms, slimy, dirty. She hated him. She hated.
"Fuck you!"
She hadn’t known she was going to scream. It surprised her more than it did her handlers. She tried to knock down her handlers over again, using the beam, but they were too hasty.
"Fuck you and your goddamn fucking. . ." But they’d grabbed her. She fought.
"Send her to Retraining," he said, waving his hand as though she were nothing but a fly. And she had been pestering him. "And it is the judgment of this court that even after retraining, that this subject will always be a danger to The Order." He shifted, folding his arms and measuring her. "She’ll be sold as a sex-slave afterwards. Her selling price forfeited to the state as payment for her education."
"And for her outburst," he said, his eyes bright, much too interested in her, too familiar, "Flog the bitch." He sat down, leaning forward, a small smile on his lips as his eyes locked onto hers. "Now," he said. "No mercy."
He leaned back. "Entertain me."
" Time for daddy to clean you up." He kissed her one more time and charged her head elsewhere. "Such a dirty chick." He grabbed hold of a hose and nozzle. "We know what to do with dirty babes."
They shaved her clean. And all the while, the man played with her balloons.
They made a sudden turn into a large room. In this room another babe waited, locked in a cage similar to hers. And she wore the same kind of collar riveted on her neck.
The handlers taunted her. They narrow to the other woman. "See?" They said. "She knows how to keep her trap shut." Then they stared back at her.
"Slaves have no voice, no rights. Slaves have nothing. They ARE nothing."
The handler hit her with a riding crop. "Make love to her," he said. "Pleasure her. Performance me what a wonderful sex slave you have become."
She was shocked. And she swayed. She could extremely stand in the shoes they’d put on her feet, so when they let go of her, she fell against the other chick. She clung to her. And the woman’s body, nude, warm, soft, filled her mind. She forgot about everything else. Only the wonderful skin, her warmth, her eyes, so kind.
"Suck her melons."
The whip cut into her bumm. Once, twice.
The tied chick nodded to her, as though to say, don’t worry. It’s all right.
So she allowed her lips to trail along the flesh overhead the woman’s hooter. She moved her fingers down her sides, caressing. So wonderful. So much delight. She kissed the nipple, feeling it tighten.
The whip bit into her.
And so they started caning, first the other chick, and then her. A microphone was placed in front of each of their mouths, so if either of them screamed from the pain, the other babe would receive an electrical shock from the long probe that had been taped inside of her. Hence= each tried not to scream. She bit her tongue until it , but it didn’t help. She couldn’t stop her weeps. Nor could the vixen beside her.
But she had a control near one of her hands. It controlled the piston that went in and out of the other woman. And that vixen had a similar control near her hand.
She fucked the other female. She gained tremendous pleasure from fucking her. And the other girl toyed with her in ingenious ways. Her eyes grew bright with excitement at listening to her moan of delight.
They straped her and the female together. Skin to body. They were encouraged to touch as much as they were able. And they were given vibrators.
They touched, caressed. It was the moment of happiness brought on by months of preparation. And they used the vibrators, but kept edging them away, making it go on and on. Making it linger. She would have made it last forever. But when the handlers saw what they were doing, the whips started, and she couldn’t endure to hear her friend whipped. So she finished it. She made the vixen come. And her heart stopped. The woman’s screams of pleasure were her weeps. And later, even after it was over, and she was moved out of the retraining facility, she could hear the screams over and over.
They brought her a dangerous kind of happiness.
He came back. The judge. Not long after that day, she was taken from her cage and a number was scrawled across her back. She was sold, crated, and delivered.
He uses her now whenever it pleases him, even when he sits in his chair and passes judgment. She kneels between his legs, his cock in her mouth, sucking.
Original FileName: 20020313 – The Trial (Live Feed from October 7, 2001) (411, YX)
Format: real
Duration: 55:19
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 90.7 MB
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