Video + full photoset
Release: 2005
It starts with the image. The one that he has to see over and over. She’s manacled, hooded, shackled to a chair, straped to the wall in his dingy basement, downstairs, where everything begins, where it has to begin – at the ass. Balloons, nipples, flush of pussy. It’s clear from that moment on that she alone can save him.
She’s not the image yet, but he knows that she is the path to the image, and how in the end, it will just drip from his fingers onto her skin like rope, like tape. Like cum. So it’s very early that you see his strain. And you watch him falling forward, toppling. Deep into her cunt.
She struggles. She calls out. Mistah. Mistah. Maybe she knows she’s the image. Of course she does. That’s why she’s here. It’s why he chose her.
We can understand the need for the darkness at the beginning, the need for how coarsely he fucks her mouth. Until your eyes bleed, he says.
Her body, a fog in his mind. He fucks ass and bush. Both at once. Because he’s toppling. And she’s the single object that is clear, locked in place, porous. And maybe, just maybe he’ll fall all the way in.
He remakes her, manufactures her shape. Metal stocks on her wrists and neck. Metal stocks on her ankles. Metal bit in her mouth. Metal band about her waist. Metal cocks screwed into her holes. Chains hoist her up on her toes. A metal band seals her peach. But her swollen cunt thrusts through, blooming like a cunt.
What is she to him now? The thing he can’t stop in himself, that he cannot unthink. She is sharper than a scalpel. A damsel learns to flay from the moment she wakes in the womb. It is why he claims her. Why he can not live without her, why she owns him, and why he’s married to her terror.
He lifts her like this, all in metal and drops her into water. Up to the neck, the chin. He dunks her. She gasps, silent. Not one vowel will she give him. Not one hiss. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Now in his bed, her skin straped. She’s a torso and a head with a noose at the neck. And finally we see it. The full image, the one he’s remade a thousand times. It is the place of falling forward. He straddles her across his thighs, fucking her as he hangs her.
They love as Death loves, without care. Dripping as if from a vein.
Format: avi
Duration: 01:03:57
Resolution: 432 x240
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File size: 548.0 MB
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