She’s headless. In the dark barn light, her body is upside-down. Her skin is smooth, pale. Her body lines are beautiful, possibly made even more striking by her stark image of her head disappearing into the hole at the bottom of the large barn box. The images appear in waves as the shoot goes on. . . As she hangs, her shadow. . Her face partially obscured by the glory-hole in a rusted steel box. . The way her legs are coiled around her wrists, she crawls like a spider. He drags her along by the hair in heels. . . The slow building of an image that was long lost is then. It was Cowgirl. Calico is built by PD in steps up until she’s in the air. Her cunt, pussy, and clit are cupped with a curve made of steel. Calico’s legs are locked inwardly, and her hair is tied up. Calico is wearing the strangulation collar. Calico’s arms and hands are in reverse praying position. PD whips her throughout the series of images. Red streaks are applied to her genitals. Her upper and lower lips are covered in drool. Then she stops coming. She’s so sensitive to her clit that she becomes numb. She moves. She crawls. She screams, moans and squeals. She grits her teeth angerfully as PD canse her arms after she loses a game that she had been set up to win. PD says that no one can see the marks and whacks away. He asks her to say thank you. He vibrates her once more. Perhaps she was just coming. Maybe she just screamed from pain. Her clit was quite battered. He begs her to stop. Then it was over. The images are there to be cherished.
