Video Description: Dirty Chai is an extreme masochist, which is putting git lightly. She needs to hurt all the time, as much as she can, and she needs you to see her suffering. It is all part of who she (or it, as she often refers to herself as) is at her core. She is an object that needs pain not only as a release, but also as a manifestation of herself.
And that is why she is in HELL!, and that is why she suffers so much for you. In this case, it is strung up and not merely bullwhipped, but tortured with a bullwhip across nearly every part of her body.
You know in HELL!, when a bitch is spread, that can only mean its pain-cunt is going to suffer. But that is just the beginning.
During this brutal, vicious ordeal, the whore shows her unmitigated level of submission, even at the end where it is clearly destroyed, it gets on its hands and knees in utter subjugation, offering its holes for further abuse.
This is what a true piece of meat looks like, what a true piece of meat acts like, what a true piece of meat is.
Dirty Chai is Spread, Hung and Bullwhipped for your pleasure.

Video Description: He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh - a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt - a library.

He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins.

She is determined to survive the removal of layers, the loss of skin, the dissection of her outer layers. This is how he searches for that which he can not help but desire.

Her.

The gentle slope of her shoulders when her arms are bound back. Her eyes moist, like she's a lake, an ocean, spilling out, overflowing, influenced not by him, or any man on earth. She is under the influence of the moon.

Her cunt goes wet with wanting, the expectation of ropes. Her breasts are wrapped, those insatiable nippled fruits, prepped for their ordeal. They grow livid as the seconds pass, as the pressure grows, as the weight of her body hangs, and her purpled breasts are wrung dry.

He is machination, hooks and pulleys, chain and rope. He is scalpels and tongs. He is forceps groping, grasping folds of flesh, mounded flesh - Her. He sucks her fluids, her scent of sex and want. He drinks her. His fingers dive inside of her, manipulate breasts. He splits her in two from her waist to her chin and begins a rapid excoriation of muscle and bone.