Journalismus, der Bauchschmerzen macht – Susannah Breslins Reportage über die kalifornische Porno-Industrie:

Standing over the spread-eagle Hunter, he shoots the machine penetrating her from behind. The machine drones onward. Hunter groans, straining. When it’s time for the final position, Hunter turns nervous. She squirms in the swing. Her face twists. “I will definitely, like, not be able to do this full-on anally,” she announces, staring at the machine. “I might, like, poo on it.”

“We can try a smaller one,” Powers suggests politely.

Judging by the expression on her face, Hunter looks to be doing the math on her predicament. If she doesn’t do what Jim is asking her to do, she may or may not get paid. If she doesn’t do this, it’s entirely possible no one else will hire her after today. So, she concedes.

“I think I’m gonna cry,” chokes Hunter, teary-eyed, as the machine anally penetrates her. “Just try to look happy,” Powers consoles, reaching up from below to gently pat the inside of her thigh. “Sell it to me, baby.”

Eventually, he gets what he needs. [...] The robot slams into overdrive. The dildo thrusts in and out, the engine screaming, narrowly missing goring Hunter, who promptly bursts into tears. [...]

“The recession has forced us into making this,” Powers states flatly, the quiet machine at his feet. According to him, the “Fuck Machines” series isn’t a product of some sick mind—say, his. It’s a consequence of the recession.

Sex, Elend und Gewalt im „Porn Valley“ um Los Angeles, erzählt am Beispiel des Produzenten Jim Powers: „They Shoot Porn Stars, Don’t They?“. Not Safe For Stomach.

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