March 2. 01. 1 - Bondage Video Discussion Forum Archive. Poll Question: Well, yes it can get too realistic, but personally it is a moving target for me.
Like elkcreek, I had issues with Irreversible, although different ones. The sodomy rape itself stopped short of going over the line for me. The brutal assault following the rape was too much for me.
However, the brutality in the original. I Spit On Your Grave was not too much for me. The remake is not worth mentioning.) I guess I need to ponder this one for a while to see if I can figure out what makes the scene cross that line. Hmm.* * * * *If the delicious Delila Darling is to be believed, this represents her last porn performance.
Personally, I hope she is lying or changes her mind. But I am grateful she posted about it on the forum and I was breathlessly waiting for it to be released. Here is my review of Hardcore Abductions'Delila and Nichole. With no illustrations, alas, because I am not sure how the web site would feel about me doing that. There are a handful of stills on the site, though, that provide a pretty good idea of the action. See them here.* * * * *Delila & Nichole (Hardcore Abductions, 2.
This almost- 5. 2- minute DVD product includes two unrelated scenes. The first stars ginger- tressed temptress Delila Darling in a hotel room bondage rape scenario. The second features a lovely blond "cheerleader" named Nichole who is ravished. Both are victims of The Stalker. Scene One: Delila Darling. Delila walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, puts on a pair of thigh- high black stockings, drops the towel to reveal her perfect alabaster body, then proceeds to put on a black lace garter belt, black lace panties, a black top and a black and white print skirt, finishing off her ensemble with a pair of shiny black high heels right before The Stalker grabs her from behind and forces her onto the bed, which happens about four and a half minutes into the scene.
Delila is cloth gagged and has her wrists rope bound behind her back. Then her ankles are tied together. There is also some hair pulling. And Delila is blindfolded. In fact, she is blindfolded theentirescene, which is so The Stalker can release her at the end without fear that she can identify him to the police.
I did not like that. At the 1. 1: 0. 0 minute mark, The (now- naked) Stalker un- gags Delila, reclines on the bed, and forces Delila to lean over and suck his cock. At 1. 3: 3. 0 he unties her ankles, a minute later he removes her panties, and two minutes after that he goes down on her.
At 1. 8: 0. 0 minutes there is more cock sucking, in the same position as before, with an unexpected highlight about 1. Delila inadvertently kicks the camera. Just short of 2. 0: 0.
Delila is gagged again and we get over a minute of close- ups of her pussy. Mmm. The Stalker attempts to fuck Delila, but announces that she is not wet, so her lubricates her and then tries again, with a little more success. At about 2. 3: 3. At 2. 4: 1. 5 minutes he pulls down her top to halfway expose her breasts before forcing her to suck his cock some more. Watch Parkland Online Idigitaltimes. As he gets in position, he says to Delila, "Who's my bitch?" to which she quickly replies, "Not me, motherfucker!" God, I love this girl. He proceeds to fuck Delila some more, and at one point tells her, "Talk dirty to me!" Delila answers, "Go fuck yourself!" The fucking proceeds until The Stalker cums in her, and when he climbs off and the camera zooms in, we see what looks like semen on Delila's pussy. I kind of like assaults that feature rapists ejaculating inside the victim.
At the 3. 0: 0. 0 minute mark, The Stalker forces Delila's legs apart by tying her shapely ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, cloth gags her again, and then vibes her with a Hitachi Magic Wand. About three minutes later Delila "cums," although I have my doubts she actually did because Delila doesn't generally respond well to clitoral vibing based on the previous clips I've seen, although sadly (and not for lack of trying) I have not seen every single video she has done. The Stalker gets dressed, telling Delila he has her name, address and social security number, so if she reports her rape to the cops he will know how to find her. We fade out at the 3. Scene Two: Nichole. Nichole is bound with her hands behind her back on the bed dressed in a very skimpy cheerleader outfit, which is the best kind. She is initially fearfully crying, but breaks character frequently throughout the scene.
The Stalker, who remains clothed from start to finish, pushes her top up to expose her very pretty and all- natural- looking breasts, and they remain exposed for the duration. One short minute into the scene, The Stalker is already going down on our helpless, blond haired beauty.
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A minute later, The Stalker applies the Hitachi for a couple of minutes. At the 4: 0. 0 minute mark, Nichole is made to suck a rubber dildo, and 3. About a minute into fucking her, the Hitachi is also applied. Nichole is rolled onto her stomach and the vibrator stays in place, with some intermittent spanking thrown in to spice the scene up. In this face- down position, Nichole works her hips to get the most out of the vibrator, and it is fun watching her smooth leg muscles ripple as she does. About 8: 0. 0 minutes in, Nichole is rolled back over and The Stalker eats her out again, finger fucks her, kisses her, and nibbles her nipples until she laughs and says it tickles.
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.
She is vibed again. The final several minutes are more like after- scene outtakes, where The Stalker and Nichole discuss the scene, there are some quick cuts and joking, and Nichole gets a load of semen squirted onto her cheek. SUMMARY: Delila Darling is attacked in her hotel room and made to suck The Stalker's cock. The Stalker fucks her and cums inside of her, then vibes her to orgasm. Cheerleader Nichole, already bound at the start of the scene, is eaten out, dildo fucked, finger fucked, vibed, kissed, and takes a load of semen in the face.
I was largely unimpressed. In the first scene, Delila Darling was mostly fully clothed the entire time. Sure, her panties were removed and her lovely legs were spread to expose her smooth, shaved pussy.
And her breasts were oh- so- briefly exposed. But every article of clothing she was wearing, with the exception of her panties, remained on her body the entire time.
And shewasblindfolded. Delila has devastatingly expressive eyes, and I enjoy seeing them flash with anger as she is being abused. But not in this scene. Fully clothed and blindfolded.
I am shaking my head in disgust and disappointment. Alarmingly, The Stalker spent almost the entire time naked, and while I have no problem with large, hairy, pasty white rapists stripping down to assault beautiful helpless victims, I expect the beautiful helpless victims to be naked as well, primarily to give me something to look at. Delila, as usual, was a terrific victim, because she fights back, talks back, and stays in character. She is ordered to spread her legs and she does not until she is smacked and threatened. First chance she gets, she closes her legs again, as you would expect a feisty victim to do. The way to keep her legs spread is to tie them apart.
Yeah, baby. Nichole of the second scene was pretty, and had a great body. However, she consistently failed to stay in character as a frightened, victimized cheerleader, and I was constantly being pulled out of the premise. Plus, The Stalker and Cheerleader Nichole did some deep, tongue- involved kissing that just didn't lend itself to a rapist- victim dynamic, to my way of thinking. The conversation at the end of the scene was completely out of character for both roles. The video quality was hit- or- miss. Both scenes were shot in the daytime with a window nearby, so there were camera angles capturing the window that threw the scene into darkness. The camera work did a nice job of capturing the action, though, and it was rare that I found myself thinking that the camera could be better placed.
Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1. I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the.
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing.
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag.
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields. The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the.
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge. Always the procreant urge of the world.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.
Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical.
I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen. Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they.
I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean.
Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be. I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night. Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with.
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. That they turn from gazing after and down the road. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent.
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and. I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love.
The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest.
Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat.
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own.
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And that a kelson of the creation is love.
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and.
A child said What is the grass? How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord.
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones.
Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers.
Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken.
What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the.
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. They do not know how immortal, but I know.).