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The Trial Live Feed 411, YX - InSex
Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture 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 again, using the beam, but they were too quick.
"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 again and pushed her head away. "Such a dirty girl." He grabbed hold of a hose and nozzle. "We know what to do with dirty girls."
They shaved her clean. And all the while, the man played with her tits.
They made a sudden turn into a large room. In this room another woman 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 pointed to the other girl. "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. Show me what a good sex slave you have become."
She was shocked. And she swayed. She could hardly stand in the shoes they’d put on her feet, so when they let go of her, she fell against the other woman. She clung to her. And the woman’s skin, naked, warm, soft, filled her mind. She forgot about everything else. Only the wonderful skin, her warmth, her eyes, so kind.
"Suck her tits."
The whip cut into her ass. Once, twice.
The bound woman nodded to her, as though to say, don’t worry. It’s all right.
So she allowed her lips to trail along the skin above the woman’s breast. 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 woman, 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 woman would receive an electrical shock from the long probe that had been taped inside of her. And so each tried not to scream. She bit her tongue until it , but it didn’t help. She couldn’t stop her screams. Nor could the woman 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 woman had a similar control near her hand.
She fucked the other woman. She gained tremendous pleasure from fucking her. And the other woman toyed with her in ingenious ways. Her eyes grew bright with excitement at listening to her moans of delight.
They tied her and the woman together. Flesh to flesh. 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 bear to hear her friend whipped. So she finished it. She made the woman come. And her heart stopped. The woman’s screams of pleasure were her screams. 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: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 90.7 MB
Download The Trial Live Feed 411, YX - InSex
Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture 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 again, using the beam, but they were too quick.
"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 again and pushed her head away. "Such a dirty girl." He grabbed hold of a hose and nozzle. "We know what to do with dirty girls."
They shaved her clean. And all the while, the man played with her tits.
They made a sudden turn into a large room. In this room another woman 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 pointed to the other girl. "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. Show me what a good sex slave you have become."
She was shocked. And she swayed. She could hardly stand in the shoes they’d put on her feet, so when they let go of her, she fell against the other woman. She clung to her. And the woman’s skin, naked, warm, soft, filled her mind. She forgot about everything else. Only the wonderful skin, her warmth, her eyes, so kind.
"Suck her tits."
The whip cut into her ass. Once, twice.
The bound woman nodded to her, as though to say, don’t worry. It’s all right.
So she allowed her lips to trail along the skin above the woman’s breast. 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 woman, 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 woman would receive an electrical shock from the long probe that had been taped inside of her. And so each tried not to scream. She bit her tongue until it , but it didn’t help. She couldn’t stop her screams. Nor could the woman 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 woman had a similar control near her hand.
She fucked the other woman. She gained tremendous pleasure from fucking her. And the other woman toyed with her in ingenious ways. Her eyes grew bright with excitement at listening to her moans of delight.
They tied her and the woman together. Flesh to flesh. 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 bear to hear her friend whipped. So she finished it. She made the woman come. And her heart stopped. The woman’s screams of pleasure were her screams. 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: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 90.7 MB
Download The Trial Live Feed 411, YX - InSex
