Insex Anna – Bridge II
By posting the popular Insex article Bridge as a prologue for anna’s Live Feed, viewers were given a hearty pre-taste of blond, blue-eyed anna. As the feed goes forward, the cattle prod, shocks to the nipples and pussy, water torture, the rack, and finally even orgasm makes anna burst into wails and sobs. So young and fresh, she’s delicious like this, terrified.
The decoration, 33, hangs in the gibbet, suffering in silence as the feed begins. anna stands bound in the water tank, behind glass, as though on display. Once she’s removed from the tank, anna’s lips and tongue worship 33’s nipples. Soon anna is bound in a hogtie, a rope tight against her throat. Sprayed down with water and shocked with the cattle prod, anna produces her first deluge of tears. Like some kind of martyr, 33 takes a shock for anna. Soon, anna is hanging in the air, suspended with rope. Mr. Pogo and the vibrator go to work on her, but are removed prematurely. She looks forlorn - until she’s beaten with a strap of wide thick leather. She cries with abandon.
Transferred to a metal grid, she’s strapped in place and electrodes are tightened onto her nipples. A vacuum tube fitted with a copper electrode swallows her clit. Weeping and wailing, she’s battered with questions and shocked whenever her answers are found to be unacceptable. Of special concern is her confession as to having faked an orgasm. No mercy on that one.
Suspended in a metal frame, her skin is pounded with repeated bursts from a pressure sprayer. Then anna is dropped onto the rack. The wheel ratchets tighter and tighter. Her pale body gleams in the semi-dark of the dungeon. A lit cigarette burns the bottoms of her feet. Huge metal tongs pinch and twist her skin. A dildo is plunged up into her cunt and the vibrator returns, stimulating her richly pink and swollen clit. She moans, but he makes her accept a caning simultaneous to her pleasure. She comes, but then bursts into tears one more time. Poor anna. Perhaps she’d prefer another jarring stroll in a suitcase across the Bridge.
The decoration, 33, hangs in the gibbet, suffering in silence as the feed begins. anna stands bound in the water tank, behind glass, as though on display. Once she’s removed from the tank, anna’s lips and tongue worship 33’s nipples. Soon anna is bound in a hogtie, a rope tight against her throat. Sprayed down with water and shocked with the cattle prod, anna produces her first deluge of tears. Like some kind of martyr, 33 takes a shock for anna. Soon, anna is hanging in the air, suspended with rope. Mr. Pogo and the vibrator go to work on her, but are removed prematurely. She looks forlorn - until she’s beaten with a strap of wide thick leather. She cries with abandon.
Transferred to a metal grid, she’s strapped in place and electrodes are tightened onto her nipples. A vacuum tube fitted with a copper electrode swallows her clit. Weeping and wailing, she’s battered with questions and shocked whenever her answers are found to be unacceptable. Of special concern is her confession as to having faked an orgasm. No mercy on that one.
Suspended in a metal frame, her skin is pounded with repeated bursts from a pressure sprayer. Then anna is dropped onto the rack. The wheel ratchets tighter and tighter. Her pale body gleams in the semi-dark of the dungeon. A lit cigarette burns the bottoms of her feet. Huge metal tongs pinch and twist her skin. A dildo is plunged up into her cunt and the vibrator returns, stimulating her richly pink and swollen clit. She moans, but he makes her accept a caning simultaneous to her pleasure. She comes, but then bursts into tears one more time. Poor anna. Perhaps she’d prefer another jarring stroll in a suitcase across the Bridge.