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Water, Fire is the edited footage of 202's live feed from August 23, 2003. It begins with a pre-feed from the night before. A metal box is seen, partially embedded in a rock wall. Off camera, a tractor engine purrs. The doors of the box are opened to reveal 202 sitting naked inside, behind thick bars. Carmine lips, toenails, and fingernails set off her creamy skin, illuminated by the lights of the tractor. Shadows from the bars fall in long creases, marking her skin. She fidgets, watching him prepare for what he's going to do to her. He returns, closing the doors of the box, locking her inside for the night.
202 is restrained in metal stocks that keep her arms held out from her neck. She sits with her back against a wall of stone, the neck of the stocks chained to a ring anchored in the wall. Her dress is carmine, matching her lips and nails. Time passes. Wind catches her hair, blowing it into her eyes. Silky lace is barely seen between her upper thighs. A close up of her face shows round deep sultry eyes, the gleam of earrings, pale skin, red lips, and the dark metal that encases her neck. It is lovely.
Heavy shackles and chain lock her ankles together. A length of thick rebar is pounded into the ground, keeping her legs stretched outward. As he stoops beside her, he smokes a cigarette. He fondles her. Her mouth becomes his ashtray. After squashing the butt upon her tongue, he stands and urinates, soaking her face and the front of her dress.
She is unlocked from the wall and led to a wooden post. A rope, secured around her neck, is tied above, just tight enough to slowly strangle. He canes her armpit. Removing her heels, he places gravel under her bare feet. Her wrists are bound behind her.
She kicks a stone from beneath her foot. So he puts it in her mouth. Then he cuts the lower half of her dress off her, leaving the bodice. He orders her to drop the stone from her mouth into her cleavage. Drool spills from her mouth as she tries. He binds her body to the pole, running rope between her thighs, cutting sharply into her pussy. Her lace panties are cut off and stuffed into her mouth. A close up of her pussy in the sun shows the darkened flesh of her labia, reddish in hue, her hood ring sparkling as it catches the light. Her mouth is taped. After this, 202's neck is thoroughly bound to the post. He cuts off the bodice of the dress and removes her bra. She is naked, gagged, and bound to the post, her plush breasts in full view, enticing, ready for torment.
The camera shows us new girls, decorations, in the two metal boxes set into the rock wall. One is white, boyish, her face strongly boned. The other girl is exotic, a mix of races. Her skin tone is warm, her eyes almond. She is made to show her bush. The dark curled hair frames her fleshy, protruding labia.
He canes the tops of 202's toes. Then one leg is bent upward and bound in place. He canes the toes of the other foot and fondles her soft, flushed breasts. When his fingers work into her cunt, she moans. Her other leg is bent and tied upward so that all her weight rests upon the ropes between her crotch. It is an excruciating torment. She screeches into the gag when he canes her feet. As seen from below, her labia are slightly parted. Her plump breasts are too inviting. He grasps her nipples and lifts, caning the underside of her breasts.
Her hands are bound in front to her ankles. The fleshy folds of her pussy are easily viewed from this position. She is attached to a pulley and lifted by hands and ankles. He positions her over the submerged water trough and lowers her into water. Submerged, her pussy appears to waver, dissolve, and reappear. He dunks her several times. She comes up coughing. Her pussy seems magnified, enlarged, perfect and waiting.
He raises her from the water and plunges Mr. Pogo into her cunt. Droplets of water cling and slide down her skin. He drops her in again and canes her feet while she's underwater. She comes up gasping. He canes the backs of her thighs, the pain magnified by the added degree of contact provided by water on her skin. He pulls her head backward into the water, caning her feet again. More caning and submerging. It becomes an extended breath control-impact scene. When the vibrator is used, her engorged labia and clit are so swollen, they mound outward between the flesh of her thighs. She is caned severely while being vibrated, the head of the eroscillator throwing out droplets of water like beads of glass. She comes, moaning, riding a smooth and silken orgasm.
Her arms are bound back in a Japanese cradle, her breasts squeezed between ropes, her body in a full, upper harness. He lights a torch, then suspends her, feet dangling down. The torch is passed back and forth beneath her feet. Fire runs along the back of her body, smoke rising in plumes. He drops the torch beneath her and lowers her body toward it, waiting for her fatigue to overcome her.
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