Insex - Interact 11, May 14

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The Vault now features pics and movies from "Morgan May 14 performance" from 1998. After being cramped in the cell for such a lengthy time, Morgan was in need of some exercise. She was locked in the stocks, and fastened to a pillar that marked the circumference of her path. She confined her tits in her teeth throughout the bit, and her gams were confined apart by a spreader bar. She ambled for a lengthy time while PD and Viking took turns spanking her bum as she went by. She confined her posture, and was directed to walk quicker or slower as the viewers requested. It was a difficult path. Circles are infinite, and there was no telling when her "walk" would end. Her thoughts were on her posture, her pace and the whacks on her bottom as the tormentors took their turns with her. She became hardly dizzy and frivolous as the gig endured, and she desired to stop, but she knew if she rested things would only get worse. She couldn't imagine what would be done to her, so she persisted in her walk for as lengthy as she could. When she was directed to stop, she did. The flog was nibbling her and the flog was nibbling her butt. The weights fastened to her cooter were waving and milking in time to the swats from the tormentors. There was nothing she could do but wait to be changed, and attempt not to struggle the sensations. She accepted them, and awaited her next ordeal. She was permitted to rest. She opened up her neck, and sat uncomfortably with her gams stretched and fastened to the stocks. PD put forceps on her, and Viking toyed with them with his whip. It was difficult to endure. She yelped and moaned, and the sounds echoed in the spacious dungeon. Her hatch was open broad when she groaned - but the sound was so melodic, she was spared a gag for a while. Viking beat the forceps with merciless precision, alternating bashes among them. His knowledge and marksmanship is unsurpassed - diabolically dynamic in the range of sensation. There is no more delectable torment than at his mercy. The flogger was identically thrilling, and Morgan embarked to forget about the ache the stocks were causing her. She could only sense Vikings fumble thru her private parts - unveiled and helpless before the minions at inSEX. Her rest lasted a brief time, and she was unleashed from the stocks to her next torture. The traditional frogtie gave her enough freedom to roll to her side. She was rewarded with the super-fucking-hot bite of candlewax on her nipples. The rest of her bod ached from her workout, and she remembered the stories of the lengthy lingers in the wooden boxes. The ring gag permitted her shrieks to echo in the dungeon, and accented her face. Her eyes were wide, and she took the paraffin wax on her bod with minimal squirming or fussing. The frogtie was enormously tight, pulling her limbs to the limits. Her exercise was coming to an end. She was lifted and buttressed by PD as Viking gave her several last swats to her bod and her tits. Morgan was a gem. A real masochist, and enthusiast. PD and Viking were blessed to oblige her at the inSEX dungeon. She would no doubt be back...if they ever determined to let her go, that is