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She’s headless. Her entire body hangs upside down in the dim light of the barn. Her skin is smooth, pale. The lines of her body beautiful, perhaps made more amazing by the stark picture, how her mind is gone, disappearing into a hole at the middle of a large box sitting around the barn floor.As the shoot progresses, the images arrive in waves… Her shadow as she is hanging. . .Her face, partially obscured, seen via the glory-hole of a metal box that was rusted. . .The manner she scurries like a spider along with her ankles locked to her wrists. She’s wearing heelsand he drags her by the hair… And then the slow structure of an image seen long past. Was it Cowgirl? PD assembles Calico in measures until she is held at the air, her cunt and cupped by a form of steel, then her clit and labia protruding through a slit. Her legs are locked outward and straight , her hair tied. But in the situation of Calico, she is wearing the strangulation collar. Her arms and hands are wrapped in reverse osmosis position. Through the collection of images, she is whipped by PD. He also canes her buttocks. Two strings of drool drip. She’s and then she can not come. Her clit’s over-sensitized, then she is numb. She wiggles. She crawls. She moans, squeals, and screams. And because she lost a game she had been put up to lose when PD’s caning her armpits, she grits her teeth. As he whacks away no one will have the ability to find these marks, PD states. He makes her to thank him. And then her one final time vibrates. Perhaps she came. Or perhaps she was crying from the pain. After all, her clit took quite a beating. She begs him to cease. And then it’s over, the end.But the images linger. |
