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    Into The Attic - Elise Runs Low On Air

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    We find elise naked and in a chair. Her legs are drawn up and bound onto themselves. Each is pulled outward exposing her cunt. Her arms are bent over and tied onto themselves then drawn back behind her head. Her whole body is firmly secured to the chair. After a couple of minutes watching her she gets a dental gag inserted and her mouth propped open to maximum. Then a very large, clear bag is pulled down over the top of her. A bag big enough to fit her entire head and torso in. Then its taped into place creating her own little air/weather environment inside. She is then flogged across the chest sending her into wail mode. Afterward, while she is still wailing, her exposed pussy is flogged. It takes her time to collect herself when it is over. Still crying inside her bag she has nipple clamps put on her while she attempts to regain her composure. It must suck not to be able to get those off your tits while some crazy fucker decides to cane the top of your feet while you try to breathe inside your new weather environment. It is starting to get quite a bit of condensation building up in there. The air must be getting hot and stuffy --but we still have those feet to cane. And when i'm done I remove her nipple clamps and flog her chest, right where the clamps had been. Then flog her caned feet. The whole process sends her into the netherworld. She screams almost constantly. She tries to shake her body but she can't move an inch. And inside her bag it is getting difficult to even see her anymore. All that hot air she keeps expelling in her screams only creates a more uncomfortable atmosphere for her. When that hitachi finally hits her pussy she sounds like she is pushing a watermelon from her cunt. It is a preternatural scream. Primal. She's running out of air in there and the screams still go on,,,,she better hurry....

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bijou had told me she was on the rag the day before she was to arrive. I told her to come on in, that we would turn that inconvenience into an asset. So once she was here I put her into a box tie, had her get on the gyno table and roped her feet into the stirrups. Once I had her sequestered I started up a little video for the *instead softcup* product. Of course, i've never inserted a tampon into a **** before (i've pulled quite a few out) let alone utilized the latest revolution in feminine hygiene in 40 years. So after watching the videos and reading the step by step instructions as bijou is bound up tightly beside me on the gyno table and spider gagged, I got started inserting the new revolution in period protection. I collapsed the device, stuffed it in and then dug around to get it positioned properly. Frankly, I thought it was rather easy to get it in there and seated, like a bag on the top of an upside down volcano. I just hope she didn't find the fact that i'm a stranger, that she's tied to a gyno table, while I wear latex gloves and dig around in her cunt with the latest revolution in feminine hygiene too impersonal or ***********. Once done, I went ahead and hooked up electrodes to her clit and ass hole. She'd never had electricity before; she told me it felt strange. I cranked it up on her clit and nipples before pressing the hitachi hard against the top of her vaginal opening. Within a few seconds she was asking for permission to cum. She kept begging. I kept telling her to stave it off. She kept coming back with, "i can't". So I removed the hitachi and cranked up the electricity. Immediately she's saying, "no. No. No." oops, I think she screamed as well. Gritted her teeth and became exasperated. The very moment I placed the hitachi back on her cunt she was begging for that orgasm. Immediately. I told her the only ay she was going to get to cum was to tell me about her most kinky sexual experience while being vibbed off. She just kept begging, like i'd never asked anything of her at all. And she's starting to cry. So I made her concentrate, repeat the question and then answer it --all before she gets to cum. And whew, she got about half the story out before she was begging for mercy. Mercy for that cunt to be able to ejaculate its load. She started right into begging again. But I made her finish the story --and I bet you'll like it. Then I placed a latex breath hood over her head and then slammed the hitachi back on her cunt. Immediately the latex was sucked down upon her face. We can see her but she can't see out. She started panicking. The latex air reservoir expanding quickly and just as quickly being sucked down onto her face. I made her tell me how much she likes this, through the breath hood. How much she needs to cum. She begged for that orgasm and I told her to go ahead. The latex expanding and collapsing even faster now. We can see her in there, trying to get enough air, the table starting to shake as her waves come over her. The floor even shakes --it's like an earthquake has hit. Suddenly she safe words the hood, unable to get enough air and cum at the same time. So I ripped it off and ****** her until she had several massive orgasms in succession. By this time she is screaming out the fact that she is having an orgasm, or two, or three...Afterwards, I stuck a smoke up each nostril (she begged me not to do it) and let her sit back and enjoy them.


    Zayda Gets Bagged - If there is one thing jr knows about zayda, she is terrified of having a bag pulled over her head. After stripping her nude he has tied her to a chair with a strappado. She isn't sure what is going to happen next but the second she sees him walking toward her with a bag in his hands she freaks out. Immediately she begins to buck around and scream. He quickly pulls the bag over her head, ties it off around her neck and steps back to watch her reaction. She screams, she sucks air until the bag collaspes around her face. Her mouth is in a perpetual scream as she panics inside. It doesn't take long before condensation builds up and her vision is even more obscured. She doesn't know it, but jr plans to leave her bagged for quite some time.


    Morgan Gets Bagged - She is naked and shackled to the spider chair, a ball gag buckled into her mouth. He has her in the darkness of the attic. Her neck has a metal collar around it and a chain running to the ceiling. She is squarely attached to the heavy chair. She keeps looking around, trying to get a feel for her surroundings. A family of baby birds can be heard screaming loudly off to one corner. Jr comes in with a large, clear plastic bag. When she realizes he is about to pull it over her head she starts to panic. She tries to move away from the bag but she is caught. Once he has it completely pulled down over her head he ties it off with a leather cord. She starts to whine and a sense of terror creeps into the sounds she makes. It is warm in the attic and she starts to sweat inside the bag. Her glasses are foggy and moisture drips down her face. When the oxygen becomes so thin she gasp for breath he unties the cord sealing the bag around her neck. She sucks in air deeply, her relief unmistakable. But he doesn't give her any time at all to enjoy the new found fresh air. He simply pulls the bag back down over her head just as soon as he removed it. He fucks with her. Teasing her, giving it to her and then taking it away before she can get satisfaction. When he brings out the hitachi and places it onto her cunt her demeanor completely changes. She sounds like she just ran a 400 yard race as fast as she could. Her head seems to convulse. Jr lets her know she needs to ask permission before cumming. Immediately she does. Her eyes seem to roll back in her head, she can barely get the question out between gasps for air that she can't keep up with. He makes her repeat it several times. Beg for it. Copious amounts of slobber pool around her ball gag and fall down her face, caught in the bag. When he gives her permission she starts to hyperventilate. Her face distorts and her eyes disappear. Her orgasm seems to last forever. When she is spent he pulls the bag back over her head, ties it off and leaves her.


    Elise Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head  Beaten - Up in the attic she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. She is standing on her tip toes in a crucifix position. Her wrists are secured with metal brackets to the cross beams just over her head. Her long black hair falls down around her shoulders. Unable to do nothing more than stand there she looks around her dark little area wondering what will come next. The whip marks from earlier that day clearly visible on her torso. She struggles to free her wrists but the metal is pressed to tightly on her flesh. Jr comes up the rickety stairs with a tall leather collar in his hands. He wraps it around her neck and buckles it tightly. Her tongue pushes out and her mouth is left agape. Within seconds her face grows fat and red. She finds it difficult to swallow. He takes a leather belt and wraps it around her ankles before cinching it tight. At this point she doesn’t even care, breathing is the most important thing on her mind...At least right now. Jr knows elise would rather be beaten senseless than to be tickled. Taking his hands he begins to run them gingerly down each side of her torso while speaking to her gently. She knows it’s coming and then suddenly he digs his fingers into her sides and works his way up and down, sometimes stopping in her arm pits for extra sensitivity. She screams out for him to stop. She begs to be beaten instead. She can’t catch her breath now and jr is digging so deep he leaves marks on her body. She pleads with him between gasps to stop. He does, just long enough to pick up a heavy wooden paddle and strike her squarely on the ass. The pain is so intense she abruptly shuts up, just for a moment, before letting out a scream that no one should have to endure. It causes large tears to fall from each eye socket. The pain so consuming she can’t even remember to swallow before cups of spit fall from her ungagged face hole. She tries to bounce herself up and down on tip toes to shake off the pain. Jr pulls a clear bag over her head before she has even had a chance to collect herself and ties it off around her neck. Immediately the plastic begins to collapse and expand with each desperate breath she takes. He strikes her again and she screams out in terror inside her little plastic environment. When she finally stops wailing jr ask her if that was better than being tickled. When she tells him yes between sobs he digs right into her sides with his fingers and starts a long drawn out tickling of her body. Her screams are so oppressive, so loud he finally has to stop, worried the authorities may be drawn to her siren of agony. She doesn’t know it, but jr is going to beat her until she ask him to tickle her.


    Marina Gets Caned While Trying To Breathe  Hd Version - (hd version of movie by same name 1440x1080 @ 5m/s) occasionally she lets out an exasperated, audible breath of....Dissatisfaction, resignation? She gets gagged. Ball gagged. Tightly buckled in. When I get that last buckle cinched we hear her gasp a bit, behind the gag. She looks around and takes in her new predicament; big eyes and a longing look, lionel is giving her grief. We watch her try to position herself, into something more comfortable. Her feet are hurting. The rubber heels making her stand on the sides of her feet as they are drawn outward. Its debilitating for her. This discomfort sneaks up and then becomes forefront. I step up to her and ask her how she is doing. I ask her how she likes that dead cock in her cunt. She immediately shakes her head in dissatisfaction and moans out disapproval. She manages to make out an audible sentence about how stressful lionel is in her cunt. So I pick up the flogger and lay into her ass. After several demanding strikes I pull a latex breath hood over her head, while she is still ball gagged. Once it gets zipped down over her head she is all by herself in there. We can see her but she can't see us. We watch her in there, concentrating on what's important; breathing. She holds her lungs steady and draws breath in slowly, knowing that anything faster will defeat her effort to get air in her lungs, knowing that it will just collapse all that beautiful latex against her face and nose and close up her ability to breath. She gets groped on her breasts. I start to flog her, her ass and tits. She tries to draw air quicker now, and as she does so it makes a squeaking noise as it tries to pull through the little opening quicker than it can pass. The latex all closed upon her face. She's caned now. Caned on her tits for starters. She screams out, or at least tries too. Her hood collapsing even quicker now around her face as she tries to deal with the severity of each blow. The hitachi comes out and gets slammed against her cunt. She rides that a bit, sucking and blowing air out as best she can beneath her latex hood. We watch her dance around, in place, feeling the vibrator, concentrating on her breath. Nipple clamps come out and are brutally affixed to her nipples. Within a few more seconds she asks for permission to cum. When she is denied her attempt to breath inside her hood takes on a new level. She can't handle it. She loses her concentration and we watch her collapse and expand the latex onto her face so quickly she can't be getting enough air. Her lungs are struggling to suck air through the little opening of the latex and then through the ball gag tightly buckled into her mouth. She manages to calm herself after a few seconds. And as she begins to calm herself I **** two pound weights off of each nipple. They quickly fall to the ground, taking the nipple clamps with them. Now she has to calm herself all over again. And it's a struggle. First the latex collapses around her face cutting off the air, then we hear her lungs trying to pull air through that little opening that is by now either collapsed upon her face or is full of her own saliva from drooling behind the ball gag, and this causes us to hear a high pitched squeaking noise as her lungs try to overcome the pressure of drawing air through an opening that practically doesn't exist. And the hitachi is relentless. She asks for permission to cum and its given. Her latex hood is opening and collapsing at a rate not seen before. Her breath is quick and shallow. She starts to scream. A pushing sort of scream. Like she is pushing something bad, something unforgiven from her body. And as she is excising this need from her carcass i'm telling her that I will punish her for it. For having such a good orgasm. Her feet literally come off the ground and she suspends herself from her wrists as she expels the orgasm, expels the base need that built up inside of her. The latex hood still creating that squeaking sound as she still tries to draw upon her lungs for breath. And she screams again. She is screaming and crying to the point of desperation. She can't breathe now. She can't control her need. She tries to shake the hood off, she's dancing around as best she can, stammering and stomping. Then I punish her. Punished her for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it. I punished her with a cane and flogger until she cried about it. Until her ball gagged mouth, with spit and saliva running down her chin and chest, told me she was sorry. Until I had snot and spit coursing through every hole on her face. Then I got her off again.


    Goldie Gets Her Head Dunked In A Toliet - Next we find goldie taking a bath. Probably because she wanted to get rid of all those chicken feathers. So there she is, bathing in a sudsy tub with ankle and leg irons on. I walk in and start urinating in the toilet next to her. When done I forget to flush and leave. It doesn't take long before angel comes in after me and grabs goldie by the hair, dunking her head beneath the water. Did I say dunk. I meant to say she violently shoves her head in the water and holds her there for a bit. When she pulls her back up she's gasping for breath. Then she does it again while calling her a "dirty little bitch". And again. And again. Goldie wasn't expecting this. When she's done dunking her in the tub she wrenches her out and has her kneel in front of the bidet. Gagging her with a large spider gag she holds her opened mouth over the water nozzle of the bidet and turns it on high. Water shoots up from the spigot right into her face hole. How does she breath? It's a bit like trying to ***** the water coming out of a fire hydrant before any spills on the ground. Then she drags her over to the toilet, has her keel in front of it as she chains her to it and then pushes her ring gagged face hole into the water of the toilet, flushing it as she does so. Goldie is a mess. When she is done she has goldie stand up, bend at the waist and keep her head in the toilet. Then angel straps on a giant black dildo and mounts her --fucks her relentlessly as her head pounds around the inside of the porcelain bowl. Then we hear the toilet flush again. When she's done fucking her cunt she has her kneel and then fucks her face hole thru the ring gag. When she's done she shoves her head back in the toilet, flushes it and whips her ass until the bowl fills up again. Then straddles her head over the toilet bowl and gives her a hot stream of stinking urine to wash over the back of her head. Jesus, that was a lot of urine. And if that wasn't enough angel has her get back in the tub to wash off. Unfortunately for goldie, angel has a bar of soap she's going to be washing her mouth out with. But this bar of soap has a whole bunch of somebody's cock hair all over it. And I mean a whole bunch. Cock hair soap. After scrubbing her tongue with it she dunks her head back into the water. Oh my, goldie's in for a long bath...


    Marina Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head  Hd Version - (hd version of movie by same name 1440x1080 @ 5m/s) finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and push it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, forcing excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding the devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...


    Elise Is Bagged  Smoke Blown In - Elise has a wide leather belt around her waist –and neck. Her wrists are cuffed to her waist band in the back. Her ankles tied together and drawn up toward her wrists, sort of a reverse fetal position. Worse, elise is completely encased in a thin clear plastic bag; she is slowly suffocating inside. It is already growing foggy for her as he seals the bag shut around her waist. It is a full encasement, all the air she breathes now is air that has been used by her. It grows thinner with each breath. Less and less oxygen and more and more condensation and heat inside. She tries to control her breath, her breathing. She wines. She works on maintaining control. She is lying on her side. The thick leather collar tightly secured around her neck doesn’t give her any comfort, let alone make it easy for her to drawl a breath. As time passes it becomes increasingly difficult to see her inside of there. We can hear her breathing, her attempts at controlling it. Jr ask her what is the toughest part of her situation. She tells us the collar right now. It makes it difficult for her to get a full breath. Water starts to bead up inside and run down the plastic around her face. It wants to stick to her face, making her panic. She appears all wet inside. Her hair plastered to her face as she attempts her composure. But it is faltering. The heat and water inside, the water from her own breathing, condensation, and the heat from her breath and body conspire against her. She’d like to be out of this, maybe back in her hole. She tells me how difficult the collar makes it for her, green shorts still fitting her like an uber woman. She tells me how hot it is inside there and I tell her how cool it feels outside. She starts to tell me how hard it is to catch a breath. I cut a small opening for her. An opening that I shove a short rubber hose into, for her to breath with. At least that’s what she thinks. Once she has it in her mouth she uses it to take in fresh oxygen –and we can hear her doing so. It is her own fresh air supply as she tells me how tight the collar is. She is sucking it in. We can hear it. And then the hitachi. She finds herself needing to reach for a new way to breath, to get that orgasm, because she is a bondage slut. But that was temporary, before jr cut her breathing off with a pair of hemostats on the rubber hose punching itself from the bag. He makes her ask, beg for a fresh air supply. He brings out a well nurtured hookah, one ready to smoke. Finding her rubber hose he picks it up and fills her bag with hookah smoke. She cries out and wails. She tells him how bad the air is getting, how she can’t see now, how she can’t even see her breathing tube now for the smoke. Her bag is permeated, smoke she did not want. Smoke that just makes her situation that much more demanding. She coughs, and hacks –spits inside her enclosure. She grows into a panic....He decides to see what the hitachi changes. She screams out at the top of her lungs....This is only the beginning....


    Marina Drowns Elise In A Tank Full Of Fish - Next scene we find elise, naked, in a strappado, balancing on small blocks of wood as she attempts to not fall into the fish tank set before her. All she has to do is keep her face in the water and she can have an orgasm. Simple. So it doesn't take us long to learn, from elise's on own accord, what she likes in order to achieve that orgasm. Marina tells her, in no uncertain terms, that if she can keep her face underwater then she'll keep the hitachi running. But the moment she pulls her face out of the water the hitachi gets turned off. And so it goes...Elise holding her face there, underwater, for as long as she can. A sort of self-bondage, do what you can to please yourself type of . And she tries hard. Blowing bubbles, sucking air, and all around trying to maintain her rather difficult position of balancing on two blocks of wood while getting herself off at the same time. It is obvious marina takes special delight in torturing elise. In making her suffer. She is relentless in her demands of keeping elise just short of the breath she needs for survival. All you have to do is keep your head in the water, let marina finger you while you have a 2" ring gag in your face hole --oh, and marina looks like she's really enjoying herself...Did I just hear her ask for permission to cum under water?


    Lolita By The Neck - When we find lolita next jr has strung her neck up to the ceiling from a wide leather collar. Nude, she is in a box tie. One leg has been doubled back upon itself and tied. Her situation is so dire she needs to rest her tied leg lest she  herself to death. Jr makes her ask for it, nicely. But he only let’s her have it for a short time. The next time she asks for it he tapes her mouth shut with duct tape and ask if she wants anything from carl’s jr. Before he leaves for the night.


    Lolita Gets    To Eat The Contents Of Her Pussy - We find her naked on the floor. She's tied on her belly, rope around her neck with a bowling ball attached to the other end keeps her head held high. Her wrists are pulled forward and tied off, arms fully extended. One leg, its ankle, is drawn outward and tied. The other leg is doubled over on itself and belted that way --then pulled in an opposite direction. Her hair is tied to its foot. Another rope draws that foot away from her head by the small toe. She's slowly ******* when we find her. Her pussy is clearly dripping liquid from it. Part of a peach lies close by. And that's how we leave her, struggling for breath, watching her in her desperation. Observing her like a zoo animal in a cage. She works for every breath, every swallow she has to make. It doesn't take long before we see moisture well up in the corner of one eye. Her face is stark and red. She's needy --not just for her cunt but for easily breathable air. When the hitachi hits her pussy she freaks. But she quickly acclimates herself. Her bottom lip is dry, she's desperate. She suddenly notices the camera and what is taking place around her. But she continues to grunt like the needy cunt that she is. Her pussy is stuffed and she wants more. The hitachi is removed, her fuck stick dislodged and a plate sat down in front of her cunt. She's told to push out the peach that's been sitting up in there for the last hour. Once it emerges from her hole and hits the plate she is immediately told to eat it. Doing so must have been disgusting for her as she ******, coughed and almost threw it up. She is then ball gagged and left that way.


    Elise  Herself - When we find elise again she is butt naked save for a pair of black heels, red panties and a tight leather collar around her neck. A chain runs from the ceiling down to the collar keeping her up on her tip toes, least she  herself ***********. Her elbows are bound together behind her back. Her shiny black hair is in a ponytail as she dances about trying to relieve the pressure on her neck -but there isn’t a good spot that works. She has found that if she raises one leg off the ground it also raises her hip which allows just the slightest of relief for breathing. But holding that one high heeled leg up is taxing and she can only maintain it for short periods of time. After spending several minutes watching her in her distress, coughing and gagging and breathing with a rasp, jr comes in and immediately places the hitachi on her cunt. Within seconds she pleads for an orgasm which she is given. And when she tears it off it brings tears to her eyes as well as an increased inability to breathe. Jr never removes the vibrator and soon the cum slut is begging for release again. And again she is given that permission. When her two massive orgasms are over her panties are clearly drenched. Disheveled doesn’t even come close to describing what she looks like when she feels the last of the orgasm fade away. Her entire face is wet from snot, tears and slobber. Jr takes her down from the neck chain and throws a dirty mattress to the floor for her to sit on. With her elbow harness still in place he has her take off her soiled panties. He then he folds them -crotch first out- and shoves them completely into her face hole –right where her tongue will be sure to meet her **** slime. Then he tapes them in with wrap after wrap of clear packaging tape. She clearly holds back a gag reflex as jr sits down next to her and has her take his dick out of his pants. It is time for her to service him.


    Vogue Cant Breathe - Next we find vogue being affixed to the bang bike. The only thing left to do is get her ass hook tied off to the last strand of hair left on her head --but we managed. We managed to get it cinched in there real fucking tight. Then her neck got tied off to the ceiling, just to make certain that every breath was a struggle. She's nude save for her boots, socks and hose. I pull out the cane to work her ass over. And when that first strike hits her, she doesn't make a sound for the first several seconds, and then she sucks in air, deeply. She makes a small noise, one that lets you know she's dealing with it. And then another strike happens. In no time at all both strikes are obvious, red, raised, and, well, left some serious marks. I grabbed the flogger and flog the exact same spots, repeatedly, and then make her tell me how good the ass hook feels. She's a pretty ****, and we make this pretty **** tell us how much she likes this. How much she likes being beaten and in bondage. How wet her pussy is. How strongly we can smell her cunt. And then she gets struck again. Struck as hard....And then attach electrodes to her nipples. I crank the power up, right up to a three, the area where most ***** cannot take it. But vogue sucks it up, and then I start to flog her ass, to distract her. The intensity of the blows become overpowering...She's dealing with a lot. I continue to flog her. She just sucks in the air deep and screams. So I gag her. I ball gag her and strap it in tightly. Bondage tight. Then I make her tell me how much she likes it as I strike her even harder. She cries. She likes. She screams loudly and begs for mercy. That's when I stuff that vaginal stim in her cunt. Make her tell me how it feels. About how she doesn't yet know what the fuck to think about it --and then I flog her ass relentlessly. Without mercy. And then I cram an ass hole electrode in her butt, in spite of her ass hook. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to give her extra discomfort in the bung hole. Then I began to flog her even harder, with greater intensity. Until she started to scream. Until there was this bubbling of saliva just at the bottom of her black ball gag, percolating for release. That's when I hooded her. That's when I placed the latex breath hood over her. And immediately we see the latex collapse over her features, her face. Closing off her airway. But she handled it, she sucked it in, she drew breath in spite of no breath being there. And as she was being vibbed off I heard her make out a request to cum. But I told her to ask me to cane her instead, to strike her ass. And I did. Hard. And after that strike we hear the sound of air trying to make its way past the collapsed latex, the little breath hole flatly lying across her face because she's trying to draw the breath in too quickly from the strike, making a high pitched squeaking noise. She snickers, to break the silence, to break the tension in the air, and then I strike her again, because I don't care about that tension. Its good. When that hitachi finally reaches her cunt she's a changed person. All cares dissolve. She emits a sound that resonates with all that is calm and pleasant. She hums, she purrs. No doubt is left in your mind. And then we hear her ask for permission to cum, through the ball gag, through the latex breath hood. And we also hear the sound of the flogger striking her back....Vogue is only just starting this scene...


    Marina Finds It Hard To Breathe - Finally we find marina naked in the center of the room. She's sitting on her butt, her legs are tied folded and pulled off in opposite directions. Her wrists are tied up high to the ceiling pulling her arms straight up over her head. She's got a translucent latex hood on. As we watch her we can hear her sucking air through the tiny nose holes. She also has a rope around her neck tied off to the ceiling. Her breasts are well exposed for us. Soon I come out and pick up her favorite toy for beating someone with, the rice paddle. Bring it down hard on her upper thigh and after a few seconds she sucks in a deep breath and says, "oh my god" inside her latex hood. Then her armpits are caned. Thighs. Her upper torso is aggressively flogged, her tits and back. She's crying when it stops. She's made to tell us she is a sex object. Then she's aggressively flogged again. When the celebrator gets on her clit she cries even more. She bucks and fights it before finally giving into its charm. She begs to have an orgasm. I tell her if she wants one she's going to be punished for it. She asks for it anyway and pulls off a screaming orgasm. But before she's even done with it I take away the vibrator and begin flogging each breast individually. Then her back. Hard. I go right back to her breasts again and alternate until each breath she's taking now is a terrified desperate scream for me to stop. Then she's left there.


    Chelsea Is Going To  With A Bag On Her Head - Jr has been bored. To entertain himself he pulls chelsea out from the hole under the house and ties her to a chair until she is completely immobile. He then places a clear bag over her head, pulls it down around her neck and seals it off with a heavy rubber collar. Then he takes the other end of the bag and ties the sides high above her head to the ceiling. She now has what amounts to a giant funnel over her head. Jr rolls over a iv stand that has a 5qt. Enema bag full of water ******* from it. He slips the nozzle inside the bag and starts the water flowing. She immediately screams out and we see her panic building as she tries to break free. Again and again she attempts to tilt the bag over but she is unable to move. She keeps looking up through her makeshift funnel at the enema bag ******* high above her, watching the water as it flows into her air space. If she doesn't want to ***** she is going to have to ***** the water down before it covers her nostrils. Jr grabs a chair and sits back to watch as she begs for release.


    Elise Cant Get The Bag Off Her Head - The next time we find elise it is night time. Jr has her out back sitting in an old ****** desk. She has on black hose, black heels, a short red skirt and a black blouse –a sweet ****-next-door outfit. The problem for elise is that she is securely bound to the desk –even the fingers of each hand are roped down flat to the top of the desk. She also has a clear bag over her head, secured around her neck with a tall, thick rubber collar. The bag is open on the top of her head. It is raining and cold out there and we can see that elise is shaking from exposure. The bag on her head is becoming opaque from the condensation building inside. When it sticks to her face she shakes her head violently to remove it, but it stays put. That’s going to be the least of her worries this evening. When jr comes out to address her the first thing he does is stand up high behind her and begins to urinate into the bag covering her head. It fills quickly with yellow fluid and she starts to freak. She tries to get away from it as it fills up closer and closer to her mouth. It rains down over her head and face, in her hair, the smell fills the bag and she bucks about looking for an escape. She cries out, which only sucks urine into her mouth. It gets into her ears. At first it is warm but it doesn’t take long to grow cold in the environment. Finally the bag burst from all the urine inside sending a cascade of warm piss over her body. Still freaking out and gasping for breath she sucks the urine soaked bag into her face hole before she can get away from it. And that’s how jr leaves her; cold,  and covered in his body fluid. Her only focus is keeping that bag off her face hole.


    Natalia Meets Luther - After cutting natalia down jr strips her naked down to her socks and ties her wrists and elbows behind her back. Still wearing the tight leather collar he brings her long auburn hair up to a pony tail on the top of her head. Tying a rope to that he feeds it through a series of pulleys that connect to a heavy bowling ball  in air behind her. It pulls her hair violently without ever letting any slack out. No matter how she moves her head the weight of that bowling ball is always forefront. He has her kneeling in front of luther. When she tries to place his shaft in her mouth she is ****** to pull the bowling ball higher in order to lower her head at the same level as his member. She takes him down to three inches with ease. Then she begins to face fuck him. Each stroke of his shaft with her head causes the bowling ball to rise and lower behind her. The tension in her hair, the way it pulls at her face, the way she has to struggle just to suck this dead cock humiliates her. Her head looks like it is simply perched atop her shoulders with the wide leather collar circling her neck and ******* her. She gags and a wad of slobber falls from her mouth and hits the floor audibly. It seems she can only get it down to three inches, the whole shaft filling her face hole. It seems blocked by the back of her throat no matter how hard she falls onto it. Her eyes are swelling now and tears are beginning to pool in the corners. Her face is red and she has to work hard at everything she is doing with the weight pulling her hair from directly on top. She face fucks luther as though it were the serious business that it is, occasionally ******* on it while dropping wads of spit in long streams down to the floor. At times she stops and pulls off to gasp for air, the tension and strain to her face evident. Tears are now streaming down both cheeks. She loses his cock momentarily and finds herself required to pull her skull back down to his level once again; pulling her heavy weight higher into the air. She takes him in deep once more and then shakes her head, her face hole back and forth as though she were trying to muster just a few more centimeters of depth from her wet, slobbery hole. There is nothing fun about it. Sucking this giant cock with a bowling ball  from the top of your head is work. Effort. It makes her lose her composure, her fine features, her dignity. She is exhausted. Thick mucus-like fluid falls from every hole in her face as jr gets up and screams at her to take it down to depth and hold it there. To hold it there and tell us it is your birthday. That you wish luther could come in your mouth so you could swallow it. How much you like sucking cock. She just wants this to be over. To get off her knees and get this dead cock out of her mouth.


    Marina Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head - Finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and push it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, forcing excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding the devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...

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