32 year old Magik started out here at The Attic as a Good Girl. Today, she came in as a very thirsty Bad Girl. Thirsty for an experience. Let's get started.

Magik starts her day off in a little device Zed threw together just a few hours prior that we like to call the Head Orifice. You stick your head in it and it gets attached to the orifice -by the hair. So without further ado I had Magik disrobe and then promptly tied her hair off to the device. This left her on her knees and in a rather discomforting position. Adding a large ring gag and a painful cupping set to her breasts helped flesh out Magik's distress and humiliation. I pulled up a stool, made myself comfortable and began asking Magik what she's been up to since her last visit. Jeez, trying to understand her was a real chore. She just kept mumbling incoherent statements, words. I just couldn't make it out half the time. And that tongue in there, it just kept wiggling around, trying to find some purchase, some manner in which to hide. Her breasts growing increasingly purple as the cylinders bounced around on her tits. I think I see worry on her face, concern. Panic bringing up the rear. Occasionally a limb shakes. What the fuck is she trying to say? I see her trying to tell me something, to answer my question. But son of a bitch, I just can't make out what the fuck she's trying to say. I ask her to repeat it several times, her frustration growing, only to be surpassed by nervous laughter when its apparent she'll never enunciate it clearly enough to be understood. I walk in behind her and grab the vaginal stimulator and stuff it into her cunt. I crank up the electricity to it and deliver electrical current deep inside her box. She likes that. I crank it up to the point of just being unbearable and sit backdown and finish my talk with her. As we chat I find out she likes beingbeaten with a belt. Given that I have a belt handy I jump up and start whacking her ass with one. Vigorously. I make sure I get that pain threshold reached right away. Her ass cheeks turn bright red instantly as I beat them with the leather strap. Her tits turning bright red and purple as they swing like pendulums with each whack. Next it's the cane. Just me getting that cane close to her ass has her jumpy. But there's nowhere to go and the strikes start to fall on her ass. It's a sharper pain to her. And then the bottom of her feet get caned next. Her position grows increasingly difficult to maintain. And then it's the riding crop. Several hard, sharp whacks get her blood boiling. Purple marks making an appearance on her ass cheeks. I grab Big Black and shove it into her cunt hole. I start to fuck her with it. She lets me know she can cum just from getting fucked with Big Black. I keep up the strokes until she tells me it hurts. I fuck her with this giant dildo until her pussy aches. Her face has grown contorted now, her position desperate. She looks desperate. She looks vulnerable. Even humiliated. She's clearly having an intense experience. Getting away from herself. Her breathing is desperate and labored. She has a look of pain on her face, like someone just told her some awful news. Those tits are purple now. We can hear the squishy sounds from her cunt as the dildo penetrates in and out. She asks if she can cum. Permission denied. I make her hold it off while I relentlessly fuck her with it. Her breathing timed to each stroke. And those strokes are coming to her fast and heavy. I can control her breathing just by the fucking action of the dildo. Her eyes shut hard and the gaping hole of her mouth leaking fluid. She gets permission to cum and suddenly we see it wash over her. The smashing of the dildo into her cunt continuing as she tells us, "I'm cumming!" She raises one leg in slow motion, like a dog about to piss on a bush. She tries to contort her body, to slink away, to hide her face as it cums over her. And then suddenly, abruptly, I pull the dildo out in one quick motion and leave her cunt emptied.

Next we find Magik zip tied to a dog kennel fence which is suspended from the ceiling. Her feet dangle just out of reach of the floor. A Eroscillator works over her clit. But that's short lived as I start to tickle Magik. I work her under arm, lightly moving my fingers just over the skin. She starts to laugh and then it grows into snorts. Like a little child. Like a pig. A big smile on her face. She wiggles around but cannot move away. Zip ties are holding her firm to the cyclone fence --from her fingers to her thighs. Her feet kick freely back and forth looking for some place in which to push herself away. I work my way down her sides. She is cackling the whole time. I start to call to her in a gentle voice, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitttyyyyyy". She laughs harder. She struggles more. Kicking and snorting. I grab the bottom of her foot and tickle it. Further snorting as I talk to her condescendingly about the noises she keeps making. She laughs out loud. She's really starts to get the fence swinging now as she bucks around, snorting and laughing. Then I suddenly switch from tickling her to caning her ass. Then both at the same time. And now she's beyond her limit.

Magik spends a little time with Luther. Luther is configured in a vertical position as opposed to it's typical horizontal configuration. She attacked her prey like the lifeless dildo that it is. She was made to kneel on a small table and suck it off. Her hair put into, what was for her, a humiliating on-the-top-of-her-head pig-tail configuration. She just closes her eyes to get through this task as we watch her face fuck herself. The giant girth of Luther filling her face hole completely.

A hogtie is how we find Magik in this scene. Her elbows and wrists brought together as she lie on her belly. Her legs are folded and ankles tied off to her elbows. A big red ball gag in her face hole. I attempt to add some labia clamps but her pussy is so wet, so messy, they just slide off. After tying her toes off to her elbows I sit at the other end of the room and have her make her way over to me, to struggle over to me and then suck Big Black. She starts to make her way over but finds the task rather difficult to do. She's doing a lot of moving around but not really going anywhere, the ball gag stretching her face hole open. She lifts her chest off the floor and tries to gain some purchase by slinging herself to one side and then the next. Her progress slow and frustrating for her. Tiring her out, really. But it's fun to watch. She is so exhausted from her little chore she gives up. She's just bound too tightly, in too confining of a hogtie to be able to get very far. I tie her pig tails and pull her head back and secure that to her elbows. I make her stay there for a bit, camera shoved in her face as we watch her strain to hold it. After awhile I show up with the Eroscillator. It doesn't take long for her to ask for permission to cum. She's given that permission and suddenly we see her telling the camera, "I'm cumming!". And then she's asking again. She pushes three more out in quick succession. Each time they are punctuated with the slightest change of breathing. A little quicker intake of air followed by some moans and a grimaced look on her face. It isn't until I leave the vib on her clit a little longer than she likes that we get a harried reaction out of her. A more desperate and needy demeanor. I'll keep that in mind.

Next we find Magik chained in a spread-eagle with Big Blue firmly mounted into her cunt by a steel pipe that is, itself, mounted to the floor. A Hitachi is hung from the ceiling and suspended in a position just over and touching her clit. A big red, mouth stuffing ball gag is buckled into her face hole. Clothespins are added to her nipples. And so we watch. We watch as Magik lies tautly spread, her clit being vibbed off and her cunt packed so tight with Big Blue she can't help but feel violated by it. She moves around as best she can. She tries to gain some relief. She feels the orgasm building in spite of the discomfort in her body. Her chest rises and falls with marked punctuation as she staves off what's cumming. We hear her make the occasional grunt through the ball gag. Yes, its building. Her eyes taking on a faraway look to them. She lets us know she needs to cum but I tell her to stave it off, to think of something else, like a train wreck. I tie her toes to the pole Big Blue is mounted onto. Her desperation clearly growing. A foot begins to move sporadically, like she has some kind of tick or something. The ball gag is removed and a bit gag replaces it. I remove her nipple clamps and then pinch her nips, squeezing them. She doesn't like it. I tell her if she needs to cum she must ask me to whip her titties instead. And immediately she asks me to whip her titties. So I do. Right away we see she doesn't like it. She lets us know it's right at her maximum pain threshold. She bucks around but there's nowhere to go. She's taut. She's given permission to cum and she does, immediately. But they are so silent. I make her tell us when she's cumming. I make her ask me to wipe her pussy juice on her face. And there is a lot of pussy juice. I take my finger and collect it. I wipe it under her nose. In her nose. I make her tell you, The Viewer, "I'm a cum junkie." She's having an experience like she's never had before.

Finally we find Magik suspended from the ceiling in a horizontal position. Her pig tails once again used to tie her head up and back. I walk around to her cunt hole with the fuck stick and take note of just how wet her pussy is. Seethingly wet. Messy. I shove the fuck stick in and start to work her box over. There is no friction at all -it slides in effortlessly. The wet, squishy sounds punctuating each stroke. You get a nice, close view of the penetration occurring to her pierced her cunt. As the frequency of the strokes increases we hear a slapping sound. She moans a bit. Her body moving back and forth with each blow. Her eyes are shut and she's grimacing. Her mouth is slightly ajar as her breathing becomes more labored. And now she's requesting permission to cum. Instead, I tell her to ask me to wipe the fuck stick on her face. She does so readily and thus, we see her get a clear sticky substance applied right on her upper lip. Her pussy juice. I go back to pounding that box until there's milky fluid seeping from her hole. She's begging to cum now. After several minutes she's given permission and she wastes no time pushing it out. The fuck stick relentless as she begins the orgasm. Before she's done she's begging for it to stop.

Marina is in town from England to visit her close friend Angel who lives in the high desert. The two have been out on the town partying on this freezing Halloween night. Unfortunately, there weren't any hot guys at the party and everyone there was, apparently, lame. So the two head out into the chilly night in search of something on a grander scale. Angel knows of an old abandoned farm house which is supposedly haunted. A place where they can sleep for the night and reveal in the sense of fear that the old property yields on such a hallowed night. Haunted?, Marina asks. According to local legend an old curmudgeon lived on the property with a young girlfriend. This old guy kept her tied up in the basement all the time, made her do sexual favors for him, treat her like a slave. It turns out that the women in the community found out about this, sneaked onto the old guy's property and captured him, tied him up and tortured him for days --just like he did to his slave girl. Then they killed him. Now his ghost haunts the old property and Angel is anxious to find out if all of this is true.

It takes a bit of talking for Angel to get Marina to agree to this harebrained plan. The trip into the old property is a long one. Some two miles down a dirt "road" that only a 4X4 could navigate. Coupled with the dark of night, temperatures in the 20s and then another two mile walk in just to get to the old place, Marina has some serious misgivings. But Angel is persistent and soon they find themselves heading down the darkened dirt road to where the gate blocks any further motor travel. At the gate they disembark, grab their sleeping bags, flashlights and climb the gate over to the other side. Angel bounds over the gate with aplomb. Marina has to hike her skirt up, have Angel hold her sleeping bag and loses her flashlight in the process. City girl. At this point they have a two mile walk in to the property. As they make their way down the path we have a vision of the old man, the dead one, his ghost is in the basement ritualizing his trophies, his dead playthings. The girls continue to make their way into the property. Climbing barbed wire fences, slipping down the uneven, rocky slope and growing antagonistic with one another as they continue in. And we continue to see visions of the old man. He's there, in the basement. He's singing some ill-omened song as he dips a scalping of hair into a blood bath and then sews that onto what, his mask? It appears he has many pieces of girl's hair already sewn into this mask. And those jars on the shelf, are those IDs from girl's he's already menaced? When we cut back to the girls we see they've happened upon a shoe tree near the property. Because Marina is a city girl Angel explains that a shoe tree is simply a tree where those in the community have hung their old shoes. Over time the tree collects many pairs of shoes and thus is called a "shoe tree". They examine it for a bit before happening onto the old man's property. They arrive at the house, in the bitter cold, and discover no one has been there for years. They have to climb a set of old rickety stairs to get into the old farmhouse. They enter a large room and find it full of rat shit, dilapidated flooring and peeling walls. Touring the house with their last flashlight they decide to bed down for the night in the room they entered into. Laying out their sleeping bags they cozy up in the extreme cold. After a little girl talk they fall fast asleep. That's when the old man appears with rope in hand. He makes his move, tying the top of sleeping Marina's bag shut before moving to Angel's bag. In the commotion she wakes and begins to scream. The old man pushes her down into the bag and cinches off the top, securing her in her bag.

The old man is dragging Angel, still stuffed in her bag, through the grass, up the stairs and into an old smoke house. We soon see that Marina is also still stuffed in her bag and hanging from the ceiling. Angel is positioned nearby, struggling inside her bag. Its dark and cold and the two girls are heard whimpering and crying as they struggle about to free themselves. The old man can be heard somewhere in the darkness singing that crazed song. Suddenly he begins whipping the girls with a belt, inside their bags; particularly Angel. She's screaming out with each strike. The old man is heard warning her to keep quiet. Then he beats her harder. Angel is pleading, crying out. The old man can be seen with difficulty through the darkness. He has that mask on, the different colored hair, those patches of hair flopping about with his movements. He moves from Angel to Marina and back again. Whipping the girls into submission. When he's done he takes Marina down and leads her by the neck to another out building.

The old man has Marina by the neck, a belt around the neck, choking her, inside an old chicken house. Soon she's found perched upon a saw horse of sorts, an A-frame for her cunt. She's shackled. Her legs are shackled and her wrists are shackled and secured with chain to the ceiling. She's nude and the temperatures, now in the 20s, are falling fast. We see him tying a deer leg into her mouth as a gag. Some old, mummified deer leg. She whimpers a bit. Her bright red lipstick, the city girl lipstick, still evident in the darkness. He toys with her in the cold. Raking a blade of grass down her side, sticking it up her nose. Goosebumps are on her skin. He tickles the bottom of her feet. She is unable to move her legs. Her cunt split by the A-frame. The old man leaves her like this, in the freezing temperatures as he goes off to torture her friend.

We find Angel being gagged, cleave style, with some old burlap. Rough rope bound around her breasts. The old man is seen placing some sort of cage onto her head. A crazy looking cage with barb wire, a face of barbed wire, and bars is locked around her head and neck. He ties it off to the ceiling and we can see Angel there, inside of the head cage. She's completely nude in these freezing temperatures. She's crying and moving about, scared. The old man is singing again as he strikes a broken off piece of ruler in his hand. Soon he's striking her with it. Striking her ass. The back of her legs. She's screaming out, the noise she makes piercing the darkness. She's dancing all over in a circle but she can't get away, can't get out of the head cage holding her in place. She's pleading for mercy. He is relentless, striking her repeatedly. He orders her to shut up, to stop with all the crying and sobbing. It's so cold. He tells her to hold still, to stop moving about. And then he strikes her hard with the broken ruler. It just goes on and on. He strikes her with this broken ruler until she is one heaping mass of raw emotion. Until she actually pisses herself.

Now we find Angel and Marina back in the old smoke house. Nude. The old man has them shackled together. Shackled at the neck, the wrists and the ankles. We see him tying off the neck manacle to some point above. Both girls facing each other, cold, breast to breast and box to box they stand, shivering in the cold night air. Angel, the "strong one" seems to break first. Crying and babbling and apologizing to Marina for getting them into this mess. They are locked tightly together. One cannot move without causing the other discomfort. They are left there, too shiver in the extreme cold, staring at one another, locked so closely together, so rigidly and nude the shivers of one amplify out to the other. And then the old man begins to sing his song again. He makes them sing it as well...."this little light of mine,,,,I'm gonna let it shine....". Their necks are locked so tightly in the manacles that no extra space exists between the skin and the steel. Their breasts are pushed together. Their noses are starting to run. Angel's mascara is down her cheeks. She reaches out for Marina and clasps her back drawing her even closer. She's crying. Both are shivering cold. And the scene fades out and then, and then there's the old man back in the basement again. He appears to have one of Angel's braids, one of her pig-tails. He's cutting it with a knife in what appears to be a pool of blood? Then we see him shove someone's driver's license into an old, dirty jar before blowing out a candle singing his ill-fated song. And then it's the next morning, at the shoe tree. This time there's two new pairs of shoes in the tree.

Recently turned 30, lovely Lita Swan showed up at The Attic for a Good Girl shoot. Her interest in bondage had reached a point where she wanted to check it out. To be tied up, suspended, to experience a little taste of it. So that's what we did. Every position she was bound in was a first for her. The whole experience a first.

Ride along with Lita through a hogtie, strappado and a cookie baker suspension.

22 year old Marina recently converted to Catholicism, in fact, she showed up as a nun.

Sister Marina is found chained inside of a suspended cage, rosary beads hanging from her asshole. A ball gag secured in her mouth. She's nude save for the upper portion of her habit. Her neck is locked in the upper portion of the cage while her bare ass rest on the cold steel bar beneath her. The rosary beads hanging between the bars from her shit hole. Occasionally we hear a chain rattle about as she searches for a more comfortable position, her breathing audible. Suddenly Brother JR pops in wearing his Sunday best and pops in the vaginal stimulator. Once inserted and the power turned on we see Sister Marina start to get fidgety. Her breathing gets really quick and she starts to try and speak through the ball gag. The power is increased and she becomes audible. The power set to rise and fall in waves of intensity. And when the wave rises to its pinnacle so does Sister Marina. A desperate, pleading sound coming from her. Brother JR comes back out and has her kiss the crucifix and then tosses Holy Water up n her. Which apparently burned judging from her reaction. It was applied copiously about the face and body while she drooled from her ball gag. Brother JR then begins to read from the bible in the presence of Sister Marina. I Corinthian 1 - 11. Afterward, he rips the page from the bible and tells Sister Marina to eat it. She resists this request which forces Brother JR to hold her nose shut and await her need to breathe. She could hold her breath a long time. But finally she gasped and the page was shoved in her face hole right as she sucked in a large gulp of air. She chewed on it a bit but then suddenly spit it out. It was caught and again her nose clamped shut until she gasped for breath. This time she chewed it down to little pieces and swallowed it. Little particles of it still peppered over her mouth and chin. It took her quite some time to get it masticated and into her belly. I had her open her mouth and show you, The Viewer, she had eaten it. All we could see were the wet paper crumbs littered about her tongue and mouth. That's when I ripped another page from the circa 1837 bible and fed it to her again. She was beside herself about eating another piece. All I could hear was "no, no, no..." as I shoved the next page in her face hole. It was a big piece too. I think it may have been the whole big-ass page of I Corinthians. She starts to gag on it, I hold my hand over her mouth to prevent any purging of the Word. And when the Word was finally swallowed another page of I Corinthians was ripped from the bible, used to wipe her pussy juice from her seeping cunt and then that was used to wipe her juice all over her face. Sunday school is now over.

We now find Sister Marina strung up by the neck, her elbows tied closely together behind her back. She is wearing only the head piece of her habit. Brother JR steps in and molest the nun. Feeling her cunt, groping her breasts. He asks if she believes in Jesus as he pinches down hard on her nipples. He asks her if she's getting pissed and she lets him know she is. I squeezed the Holy Shit out of them but she refused to scream. She wouldn't take the Lord's name in vain. After placing nipple clamps on her tits I told her to turn around and spread her ass cheeks. I made her tell me what was hanging from her asshole. Those rosary beads. I wonder if they have any poop on them at this point. When she spread her cheeks and bent over she choked herself. At that point I had her recite a rosary prayer --while holding her ass cheeks apart. When she was complete she received a caning. With her neck still strung up to the ceiling I had her bend over further. She was then caned. Each strike causing her to dance around, to try and shake off the sting, the pain. Each jostle the rosary beads danced about as well. I didn't know a nun could shake her ass like that. Some strikes made her gasp, some made her dance and shake but all left a definite mark across her cheeks. Before long she was wearing some fairly severe cane marks across her ass, er, um, actually I'd call them welts. The rosary beads waiting patiently there in their special spot. The Duky Spot. Once her ass was blistering Brother JR stepped around to the front of Sister Marina and had her grab his cock like all bad nuns do. Afterward, Brother JR goes back to work caning her ass. He identifies a spot already whelping up with a serious rise and red mark. That is where he administers several additional canings. She takes these cane marks in a sort of silent suffering. All we hear are slight moans, a bit of dancing and some ass shaking. For what we see that it is doing to her lovely ass one can rest assured she's taking her pain like Jesus is on her side.

Next we have Sister Marina get dressed into her full habit. Up until this point she's only been wearing the head gear. So her clothing is dropped at her feet and she is told to get dressed. We watch as she puts on some pretty damn pious underwear. Dick defying socks. Hard-on repressive outer garment. Shoes that make your dick plum fall off. I made her put these clothes on still wearing the nipple clamps. Once she was dressed I had her sit down and place her feet into stocks where they were secured for a foot caning. Once secured in the stocks her neck was tied off in three opposing directions to the floor. Her disgusting nun shoes were removed and then stuck up to her nose so she could smell the interior. Her shoes removed, her socks cut open to expose each foot --her caning began. It was clear right away this was more painful than her ass caning. Which says a lot I think. Just look at that ass and tell me that didn't hurt. Now she recoils with every cane of the foot. She wants away desperately from this pain. It is at this point we hear her first curse word. "Fuck." I'm not sure why a nun would know that word but that's what she used. She would take a deep breath before the strikes, let it out, then, as the caning continued unabated she would begin to lose composure, her face changed to anguish, her eyes closed shut, her mouth pursed and her body language demanding escape. And then the first cries would emerge. Until her whole mouth was open and she let out a scream. She didn't like this and it clearly made her mad. Moving on to the next foot. On this foot we heard her speak in tongues, finally take the Lord's name in vain, use the word "fuck" 20 - 30 times and ultimately beg for mercy. And when she couldn't tell me why her feet were being punished I punished them further.

Near the end of the day we find Brother JR singing "Jesus Loves Me" as he fastens the newly converted nun to the Bang Bike. She is stoic. After securing Sister Marina Brother JR kneels behind her and raises her garment exposing her bloomers. He takes each side in the respective hand and rips them open to expose her cunt and ass. We see the anal beads are still hanging from her asshole. We can also see the welts on her ass cheeks, long, thin marks rising above the surface of her skin. Some quite red and turning purple. The cane is procured and another stern punishing is administered. When the strike occurs she sucks in the air quickly, deeply. For a moment she holds still, then suddenly she shakes both cheeks, in fact the whole lower torso. She shakes it off. But not without uttering some crazy sounds on the tail end of that burn. Then it's back to the next whack. We see her trying to anticipate it. She closes her eyes. Grimacing. Then, when she's been fooled as to its onslaught, the whack occurs. With each strike she becomes a bit more depleted. A bit more unable to withstand the strike. She shakes them off quicker. And what's Brother JR doing? Singing "Jesus Loves Me" and striking her like he might as well be buying a pack of smokes at the 7-11. And Sister Marina, she's starting to sound a bit like a barnyard animal. Whew, that looks like it hurts! It got to the point where she started to say the word "fuck" continuously between strikes. She wasn't doing that before. Are nuns supposed to do that? Shouldn't it some sort of Hail Mary? Oh right, her Rosary beads are still hanging from her asshole. She needs those, right? Meanwhile, Brother JR gets singing that song and caning her. As he does so, we see that Sister Marina is beginning to leak water from her eyes. She's moved into a new headspace. Resignation I think. And she better be resigned. Because she's about to do some pretty un-nunly things. Like suck Brother JR's cock. He steps around, grabs her dangling head by the chin and sticks his cock in her face. Right up to her face hole and tells her to suck it. After a bit of futile resistance she obliges. Apparently she wasn't always a nun. Once she had things well lubricated he steps around the backside and popped it in her nun hole. Oh, but he did need to raise the Rosary beads up out of the way first. And my goodness, she got pounded. I mean really, really pounded. Like a nun should. And once she was well tenderized Brother JR stopped abruptly, casually walked back around to the front and had her clean his cock up from all the unholy nun juice. And once things were tidy there he walked back around to her nun hole and started banging it again. And it's a good thing the Bang Bike has handle bars on it (pink ones with glittery streamers) because clearly those are needed to maximize the thrust. I think Brother JR said something about getting his scrotum in there as well. It appears Sister Marina lost some of her head gear between poundings. And just as she's reaching her vaginal limit Brother JR sounds the horn on the Bang Bike and completely freaks out Sister Marina. I think she actually screamed. Her distraction momentarily complete, so is Brother JR, for now --but not before Sister Marina pisses herself.

Finally, we find Sister Marina ready to endure a favorite torture of Dick Cheney's, waterboarding. She is spread-eagled across a stool. We see a wet cloth tossed and land across her face. We see her, her visage beneath the fabric. Her open mouth. Water is poured directly over it giving her the sensation of drowning. She bucks and fights furiously. More than anticipated. She almost fights herself off the stool and onto the floor beneath her. Brother JR kneels down and firmly grasps her head. We see her breathing in the fabric. Sucking the cloth down onto her face. But it is porous, very porous --so she can breathe through it. It just doesn't feel like it to her. Makes her panicky. Makes her try harder. And then there's more water. More bucking and fighting. I mean really, she fights hard. She's all over the place. It's all I can do to keep her still and under control. More water. She's gasping, bucking and moving about in chaos. We can see her face under the wet fabric. We can see her mouth is fully open and sucking in the air as best she can. She's panicky. And then we hear Brother JR sing that song again as he lifts the sacred water bowl and pours more Holy Water across her face. She sounds like she's drowning. Brother JR is holding her still while pressing the fabric across her face as placidly as possible. She's coughing and gasping. At one point it seems that's all we hear --her trying to breath. She continues to buck about; out of control. And just as she calms, more water is administered. We know it's reaching her throat because we hear gurgling sounds. We see her become chaotic again. She coughs vigorously. She gasps. She's, well, forsaken at this point. I suppose she wasn't completely forsaken because Brother JR decided to put a clothespin on her clit before leaving her for the day.

30 year old Kali is on her second visit into The Attic. I do hope she's hungry!

Her day starts out with a hogtie, labia clamps and a heavy chain for her to drag around that's attached to those labia clamps. Because yeah, she'll be doing lots of chain dragging with that cunt of hers. As things get started JR is seen ordering three ITA Cricket Sashimi and a pot of Insecta tea from the ITA Sushi Bar. JR makes certain he orders two extra crickets with the tea. Once those are delivered to the table JR lays out the three dishes of sashimi in a line directly in front of Kali. The first being some feet away from where she's "resting" in her hogtie and chained labia clamps. Crickets can already be seen hoping about the floor in front of her. She is told to make her way to the line of cricket sashimi platters and consume them on her way over to where I sit. Reaching the first platter she stomachs the contents in a couple of big bites. We can see her cheek is full of rice and cricket. She shakes her head a bit before continuing on to the next platter. While she struggles down the line JR can be heard ordering up an ITA Screaming Cricket Roll and three additional ITA Cricket Sashimi. By the time she's made it to me she's eaten three crickets and pulled a seven pound chain with her labia clamps fifteen feet. I know all that work can build up an appetite. So I hand feed her, I chopstick feed her the ITA Screaming Cricket Roll. Adding a little wasabi and some soy sauce I deposit that cricket roll right into her open face hole. We watch her take it in, chew it up and swallow it with the most pained look on her face. I pour her a cup of Insecta tea to wash those cricket rolls down with. It was steeped in a bag containing five crickets. Yummy on a cold, wet afternoon. She licked it right up in that hogtie. But let's don't stop there. All in all she's been lucky having other ingredients to mask the cricket juice and debris that explodes in your mouth when you eat them. Now it's time to feed her some live crickets with nothing else, save for a touch of wasabi. Catching a cricket between the chopsticks JR adds a pinch of wasabi to it. He then sticks that right past Kali's gleaming white teeth and onto her tongue before she closes her mouth a bites down on that little rascal. Let me tell you, they have some pretty long antenna. And they jump like crazy. I wonder, did the one I placed in her mouth jump around before she bit into it? No matter, the look on her face says it all -she must have busted the juicy abdomen open. I mean, it was a look of painful anguish. Concern. Serious concern. Can a chick that's just eaten a bunch of crickets and pulled a chain with her labia be made to have an orgasm? I popped the Hitachi onto her box, right between the still attached labia clamps and began to work that sex organ over. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. Yeah, we turned her into a little ITA Cricket Sushi Slut.

Next Kali is found on The Box. She is secured into a prone position with her bound chest hanging off the end of the box. Those swinging tits, the nipples on the end of them, securely attached to the floor below. A hair tie keeps her head tautly pulled back. A fucking machine is hooked up to her cunt. As the camera pans out we see JR has setup a Lazy-Boy recliner in which to while away this Sunday afternoon torturing Kali. Yes, what a lazy Sunday afternoon it is. JR is just sitting there next to Kali who is all secured in the most objectionable of manners. We see him adjusting the controls of the fucking machine in between reading the sports section and the living section of the newspaper, rather nonchalantly I might add. Kali, on the other hand, appears to be sucking air and trying to keep that FM from pounding her cervix so hard. Probably doesn't help much that she has to concentrate on not ripping her nipples off her tits with each stroke of the machine. Anyway, I think JR is starting a crossword puzzle. That FM is just fucking away, relentlessly. It makes this sound, a sound that lets the girl know she's being fucked by a machine. Something that isn't about to get tired. Kali occasionally makes noise, grunts. Her head is pulled back so tautly that she can't really see around her too much. JR gets up from his Lazy-Boy, re-wraps his robe and walks over to grab a paddle. He heads back to his recliner, sits down and whacks Kali real hard on both cheeks. We see him smile to himself a bit and then pick up the FM control to increase the fucking speed. Ah, the humiliation. Damn, he just whacked her again --real fucking hard-- just out of the blue. She can't even tell when its coming. But she knows when it hits her. Gritting her lovely white teeth with each fall of the paddle Kali's in for a long ride. JR has a big smile on his face as he goes back to reading the paper. Soon he's restless and gets up to find a cane. Returning to the Lazy-Boy he starts to cane her ass cheeks. Makes them sting with pain. He tickles the bottom of her feet for awhile, just toying with her. Much like a child would do with a new toy on a Sunday afternoon. But now he's caning the bottom of her feet. She screams with each cane. Growing tired of the noise she makes a large red ball gag is inserted into her face hole. After gagging her JR jumps back in the recliner, puts his feet up and whacks her ass cheeks really fucking hard before returning to that crossword puzzle. Kali screams through the ball gag. I just love the way she doesn't know when they're coming. JR enlists the help of Kali, in spite of her humiliating predicament, to help him with the crossword puzzle. And by god, we can actually hear Kali giving JR back the right answers through that ball gag! How long has she been getting fucked by the fucking machine now? When JR checks to see how Kali's cunt hole is doing he finds an extreme amount of pussy juice leaking out. He takes that and wipes it all over her lip, just below the nose, and her chin. It looked like she'd put on a facial cream it was so thick. I asked her if that helped her situation any. That's when I used the Hitachi on her. And when she was ready to cum I told her yeah, go ahead. In my most condescending voice I told her it was her special day. So yeah, go ahead. Go ahead and cum. We shoved the camera right in her face while she did so, with all her pussy juice still clearly visible on her face, all over her mouth. Big ball gag stuffed in there and a wad of slobber coming out. Go ahead and cum, it's your special day.

Next up for Kali is Head Cage 3.0, or, as we like to call it, The Cricket Cage. She is in a box tie sitting on a stool, ball gagged. Her ankles are together and bound to the bottom of the stool. The Cricket Cage is pulled over her head and the little door on top opened. I roll up a newspaper to use as a makeshift funnel and then send a barrage of crickets right into Kali's new head cage. Have you ever been fishing with crickets? Have you seen one of those cricket bait containers that is cylindrical and made of mesh wire? Well that's exactly what we have here except it's large enough for your head. Once I poured those crickets inside they immediately started crawling all around the inside of the head cage. On her face, in her hair on the sides of the cage. It was terrible. And believe me, it stunk in there. I didn't realize crickets smelled so damn bad. Kali tries to shake the cage but only her head moves -not the cage. She looks panic-y. That's when JR takes the cage and shakes it up a bit, you know, to irate the crickets. Then he sits back down in the recliner and pops open a fresh, cold coke and blandly asks her, "Are you okay in there?" I don't think he cared. But he does strike up a conversation with her, asking her about her day. That's when he gets up and rattles the head cage again. After a few minutes JR gets up and starts to grope Kali's tits and rub her cunt. Just groping her all over while she models The Cricket Cage. Apparently a girl can have a good orgasm with a cricket cage on her head.

We now find Kali in a standing spread-eagle, ball gagged and the vaginal stimulator stuck in her cunt with a crotch rope to hold it in. Her breasts are tightly bound. Each time a sound is made the microphone attached to her ball gag sends an electrical shock inside her cunt hole. Let the paddling begin. It didn't take long for this position to become overly taxing for Kali on this day and she safe worded on me.

The exit interview finds JR and Kali speaking about her day, her day filled with crickets. She also talks about that last scene, which develops into a challenge.

The challenge: Kali tells Zed she'll eat five live crickets if he eats a golf ball size of wasabi. Both accept the challenge and the duel is on.

21 year old Syn is back for a fourth visit. She's a tough girl with some strange phobias --like midgets and vacuum beds.

She starts her day sitting in a cage awaiting the setup of a vacuum bed. A bed she's going to get sucked into and tortured in. Once things are set she's removed from the cage and placed in the vac bed. Almost immediately she starts to freak out about it. Telling me it's too tight before it has even had half the air removed. Then she's worried about breathing in spite of the fact she has hole right over her mouth. Yeah, she's starting to lose it. Meanwhile, I'm standing over her watching the latex conform to her body thinking wow, her breasts look awesome. So I grab the Hitachi and place it on her cunt. After a few seconds I ask her if that helps any. She says: Is it supposed to help me? I guess that's a no. She's a little freaked out there in the bag. And we can see her in there moving around as the Hitachi hums away. The latex is now fully conformed to her figure. I mean explicitly. Intensely form fitting. We hear her breathing heavy in there. Is that from the paranoia or the Hitachi? Occasionally she lets out something that's a little more than a gasp. A rather desperate or needy sound. She's squirming in there. At least, as best as one can squirm when their plastered down inside a frame of latex. At one point she asked me to just hit her with something. Syn did not like the vac bed at all. She was rather disturb when she was let out.

Next Syn gets a standing strappado with her legs bound outward. Once secured she gets her ass flogged. Syn likes it rough. So I give it to her. And after I flog that ass I see the addition of some nipple clamps tied off to the floor would make a worthy addition to her discomfort --for her need of pain. Now let's see if she can remain still when I go to flog that ass. But before I do I tell her to ask me to do it. This is when things come to a halt because she doesn't want to ask. When I tell her I have all day to wait she says she does too. Insolent. So I gag her with a ring gag as I wait. Well, it didn't take too damn long for her to suck up her pride and ask me to come over there and whip her. I mean, her position is rather challenging for her. So when she finally asked, through the ring gag, for the whipping, I made her beg. Another thing that didn't take long was the removal of the nipple clamps tied off to the floor. Once I started to flog her pussy through her ass cheeks she pulled those off real quick. And it wasn't pretty. She was all over the fucking place once those clamps came off. I flogged that ass so hard; once I was at her max she was falling forward on each stroke before being caught by the strappado holding her up. She was quite the little dancer. Once I was done with the flogger I let her rest a minute --but not before adding some new nipple clamps. Then I grabbed the paddle. I let her know I was going to have to really paddle her hard. I mean hard. I asked her if she was ready and she said "NO!" So I smacked that ass cheek with the paddle and stood back. I watched her. She was like in slow motion. Very little sound emanated from her. She just cringed. She sucked in the air and then just started to melt away. She started to lose her balance. You could just see the wave of pain wash over her and then deflate her. She wanted to hit the floor with her body but she couldn't. We still weren't done with her yet. I grabbed the riding crop next and began to work her backside over. Slowly and then harder. Until she started to become vocal. She tried to stand completely up. She danced around. When I stopped she was barely able to stand. Her position becoming more and more difficult to maintain. Clearly she wants to sit or stand and not be caught in-between those positions. Things are getting tougher and tougher. Now I cane her. I cane her ass with a fiberglass cane. At one point, when I asked her how badly it hurt, she told me it was still hurting in this whiny voice I've not heard Syn use before. I torture her a bit with the Hitachi. After a few seconds she can't even stand up. I have to hold her up. Then suddenly I hear her ask for permission to cum. Denied. She starts to beg to cum. I tell her no and then she begs for me to stop. I give her permission. When the orgasm comes on she's beside herself. She's no longer standing, she's kicking her legs around, she's making desperate noises, she's leaning into me as the wave comes over and around her. Drool and snot are pulsing from her face holes. Then abruptly she begs for the removal of the Hitachi. I guess things became a bit sensitive?

Next scene is a full body waxing. To get started she is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Zed takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are "...that's really fucking hot...". Zed just keeps working as though she didn't say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And there's lots of wax to go. She screams more. She uses the word "fuck" a whole lot. I pop in and put the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesn't like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But that's too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didn't have enough discomfort going on I placed a clothespin on her clit. Then I placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out "Aw, FUCK!". Well, I didn't have anything else to do while Zed heated up more wax. She seemed like she was getting a little bored, you know. I asked her how it felt but it was hard to hear her over the constant whacking sound the clothespin was making each time it was vibed off the Hitachi. Rather like a woodpecker making a hole in a tree (or the side of the house in the case of The Attic). But I made out something about how much it hurt. I think. Well, here comes Zed again with fresh hot wax. Syn is really beautiful when she's mad. Oh, we didn't get her mad did we? After a while Syn was completely covered in wax. Her entire body from head to foot. When it came time to do her face Zed made a mask of wax, heated, then pressed onto her face to make it form fitting. A breathing tube was inserted. Then I cut some of my cock hair off and used it for a mustache. After that clit clothespin had been on there for quite awhile she started to beg to have it removed. So I came on over and asked her about her clit problem. Once we identified what the problem was I asked her if she wanted me to just pull it off. So I did. She had something to say about "god" and the word "damn". That's when I rub it a bit, just to get the blood flowing again. Jeez, you'd have thought I did something wrong what with all the screaming and cursing. That's the last time I'll be nice to her. So that's when I pull out the flogger and begin to whip the wax from her body. All of the wax. And folks, by this time it is as though she's in a plaster cast. And whip I did, relentlessly. I alternated between whipping her and using the Hitachi on her. She was pissed. She looked ridiculous with her cock hair mustache mask on while stamping her hands and feet on the floor in an effort to assuage the pain. But I just kept at it. When the Hitachi became too much she begged to be whipped more. So I did. Large chunks of wax coming off in layers. I was relentless in my effort to whip it all off but ultimately, she safe worded on me. Tough ass Syn wasn't that tough after all.

26 year old Elise is back for an unprecedented fifth visit at The Attic.

Things get rolling for Elise by first binding her elbows and wrists together behind her back. Then I bring the wrists up high and tie them off to a rope winding above her breasts. Once that's in place she gets her neck tied off to the ceiling while she stands on her tip toes. Lovely. From this position we get to hear what Elise has been up to lately. After peppering her with several personal questions I get busy seeing whether or not she is ticklish. I grab one foot and hold it still. I take the sharp end of a cane and begin lightly running it down the bottom of that foot. Yes, she is ticklish. She is hoping around now, on that one free foot. Which, of course, is still up on its tippy toes. A little dance if you will. Oh, and those toenails are all painted up nice and red. After toying with her a bit the focus turns toward caning her ass. Her perfect ass. So that's what happens. She seems to like it as she smiles through the whole thing. In spite of the pain, in spite of the obvious anguish she still seems to keep that smile. I mean, she actually starts to quiver there for a bit. After punishing her ass I pull up a stool and sit next to her, still strung up by the neck. I tell her to sit in my lap. She obviously can't believe what I just asked her since she'll choke herself doing so. But I insist and she gives it a go. Yep, the rope is too short. Finally I take her down, have her sit in my lap and stick the vaginal stimulator in her box. That gets hooked up to the e-Stim device and Elise gets her first experience with electricity in her pussy. We run through several settings giving her pussy a good shocking. Then out with the Hitachi. Her pussy gets shocked and vibed until she can't take it anymore.

Next up for Elise is a little time in a latex vacuum bed. But before placing her in there she gets the vaginal stimulator re-inserted and a tight crotch rope installed. A breast tie rounds out the decoration. Then into the bed. Her crotch rope is so tight she can't bend over. Once inside we seal her in and watch as the air is removed. The latex molds to her body like a second skin. She looks fantastic, amazing. Every nuance of her skin, her body, the ropes --even the fineness of her hair-- can be seen in perfect detail. The latex having molded itself so supremely to her body. So then I turn on the electricity. I send waves of power to her cunt. I shock it. I keep the power turned up the whole time. And then I bring out the Hitachi and vibe her pussy through the latex and through the crotch rope. She moans to the bittersweet pleasure. The frustration of the crotch rope combined with the sensual feel of the latex sends her into a crazed sort of bliss. She moans rather incessantly. She quivers. And we see it all in fine detail. Right through the latex. I bring her to the brink of orgasm several times. But instead of letting her orgasm she has been told to ask me to turn the power up in her pussy. And that's what I do. Orgasm denied. Finally, when she was ready to have one again I told her that if she asked me real nicely I'd let her. So when the time came she did just that. She very nicely asked me if she could cum. I changed my mind. Orgasm denied. By this time the power to her pussy has been turned up so high that she cannot have an orgasm even if she wanted to. The desperate sounds emanating from her are constant. I lay the Hitachi in her crotch and leave her. Orgasms denied.

Elise is now found with her arms bound to her legs. The elbows are tied at the knee and the wrists are tied at the ankles. A ring gag gets placed in her face hole. The Fucksall comes out and briefly terrorizes her. Each time it comes on the lights dim. A little intimidating I think. She's then leaned back against the wall and her legs are tied up and outward back to the wall. Now she is exposed. The Fucksall makes an entrance. It starts to work her cunt over. Its brutal. So fast. It can pound that cunt at 150 thrusts a minute. We watch it. Up close. Relentlessly thrusting. Turning her insides to jello. I take a very brief reprieve and pull it out. I take the opportunity to wipe the business end on her face, under her nose. I make her stick her tongue through the ring gag to lick it. Then back to fucking her. You see the whole thigh quiver as it pounds her box. The lights dim a bit and she constantly moans, trance like. I stop briefly and, in spite of the ring gag, make her tell me how it feels. How it feels to be pounded by this mechanical device. Then back to the fucking. She actually screams several times, when the Fucksall is at its highest TPM. When I finally stop she gasps. I waste no time getting the Hitachi on her clit. When it becomes too much for her I take the riding crop and beat the back of her thighs. Afterward, the small Hitachi gets popped on her clit. She lets us know she could cum from it. Oh my god, you'd think she was over there dying or something. Apparently it feels good? I mean, it sounds like she's suffering. As a reprieve I stop and tickle the bottom of her feet before finally caning her ass. Once caned she gets the Eroscillator put on her clit. She again lets us know she can cum from the vib. But of course, that's denied. And when she is at the pinnacle of need I grab a clothespin and clip her clit with it. Then vib the clothespin. I torture that little clit. I manipulate it with the clothespin. Once I can see the little clit in there I take the Eroscillator to it. I mean that's got to hurt. It sure sounded like it hurt. Judging from her reaction I'd say it hurt. When I went to remove the clothespin I tugged it off. Then I vibbed it again. She was shaking. One leg was off kicking like it had a mind of its own. So I stopped and clothespined both poo lips and then stuck the Hitachi on her cunt until she was screaming hysterically. She needed a moment to pull herself back together.

Finally we find Elise hanging from the ceiling in a suspension. She's horizontal, face down. Given that her ass is face up it gets canned once more. And after some delicious red marks are left I take a ruler to her ass --like what they used in Catholic school. Her ass is so perfect it simply must be punished. So it gets whacked with the ruler. And once I have that ass plenty red I spend a little time tickling her. Her whole body. From the bottom of her feet to the sides of her torso. She gets worked over in spite of all the bucking around she does to escape it. But then it's time for Big Blue. She let me know it was the biggest thing she's ever had in her pussy. So I fuck her hard with it. I make her tell me how she likes it while fucking her with it. I fuck her so hard with it that juice runs out her hole. It makes a little river down, or, rather, up her waist toward her belly button. It has a mind of its own. Now that everything is all wet from her cunt I make her ask me to wipe Big Blue on her face. I get it all shiny. Then out comes the Hitachi on her clit. I work it over until she begs for an orgasm. This time she gets it. Two of them in fairly quick succession. Her cunt is wet and juicy.

Clean your jack-off towel 'cause you're gonna need a fresh one for this update.