Stroke It - October 2010
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|  24 year old Brinn Stafford is a pain slut. So to warm her up JR has placed her in stocks with a latex hood. She is kept nude and chained to a post, waiting. The internal gag of the hood fills her mouth to capacity. It makes you drool uncontrollably inside the hood, filling it with her own slobber. It becomes a mind fuck. Before she’s let out she’ll have to endure a few more mind fucks before JR is satisfied with his toy. When we find Brinn next she is nude. Each of her limbs have been doubled back upon themselves and taped with black vet wrap. She is doggy style upon a small table balanced on her stumps. A tight leather collar is around her neck. An ass hook sits just below her chest, an object for her to consider before its insertion. And as soon as JR shows up he fucks her ass with it before installing it in her brown hole and tying it snugly to her collar. JR then clamps her nipples and hangs heavy weights from them before fetching The White Boy to fuck her other hole with. A fucking that sends Brinn’s eyes rolling back in her head and pulling off a massive orgasm. JR has now strung a nude Brinn up to the ceiling. She is fully suspended in a strappado. A rope gag has her dripping drool down her face. Sweat drips from the tip of her nose. Breathing is difficult. JR comes in and hangs heavy weights from her toes before giving her a good shove causing her to swing wildly in the air. When he comes back to her he canes her feet, thighs and tits repeatedly. At first she sucked up the strikes with little response. But as the strikes grow more frequent and intense, even striking the same spots over and over again, Brinn starts to loss her composure. JR pushes her again sending her like a pendulum through the air. Each time she swings close to him he strikes her hard with a cane on the ass. Sweat falls from her armpits and smacks the floor. Drool runs from out her rope gag and covers her chin. In a flurry of beatings that leave her ass cherry red and shades of purple she screams and begs him to stop. She will have to earn that orgasm. Brinn is nude and sitting upon the three girl Wooden Horse. A chain attached to her collar keeps her perched in place. Her ankles are bound together below the horse. JR has gagged her and fitted a dog cone around her head. Her arms are brought up high behind her back by her thumbs. She’s been resting up there too long. So JR comes out with a riding crop and starts paying attention to her breasts and torso. He whips her until she breaks. Until she begs him to stop. Her gag causes her to drool which is now collecting inside the dog cone. A little lake has formed and small streams run from it and out the cone. JR increases the intensity of the flogging before returning with a wooden stick. He beats her behind with it. Each strike causes her to violently buck upward, digging her cunt into the steel rail of the horse. He gives her a short reprieve by tickling her feet. When she’s lost her composure he jumps up quickly and strikes her hard in the ass. Before she’s done she’ll be barking like a dog, meowing like a cat, quaking like a duck and hissing like a snake for JR’s amusement. She’ll also be begging for mercy. |
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|  Church Girl just had her 20th birthday this month and decided she wanted to come back Into The Attic. When she arrives, the knock at the door is so meek and light, if one wasn’t nearby they would never hear it. JR greets her, welcomes her in and has her sit down in an old office chair in the center of the room. He waste no time in placing a thick, wide leather collar around the fair skin of her neck –a collar tight enough to change the color in her face. She has on a rather racy blouse for The Church Girl, blue with a dip in it that provides a generous view of her breasts. Her jeans are tight and reveal a pair of child bearing hips. Uber woman hips. As the collar goes around her neck she grows more timid and unsure. She is clearly nervous. Just sitting there quietly is a challenge for her. Next, a metal bit gag is locked into her face hole. Once on, there is no way the gag can be removed. It digs deep into the corners of her mouth and distorts her face. When she hears the click of its lock fasten it into place she immediately looks about the room apprehensively. JR ask her to try and remove it, to see if she can eject it from her mouth. She tries hard to push it out using her tongue. She lowers her head and moves it from side to side, but the gag stays put. Even with one’s hands free the gag cannot be removed. It forces her to keep her tongue on the bottom of it where a pool of drool is now beginning to collect. JR has her stand up and drag the heavy wooden office chair she has been sitting in off to the side of the room. Then brings her back to stand in the center of the room where he ties a rope from her collar to the ceiling, holding her in place. As he ties the collar she stands there shaking from fright. Her stance, her tremors let you know she is freaking out inside her head. JR jacks her neck up high to the ceiling before tying her wrists back behind her back. If she wants some relief off that neck she’s going to have to stand on her C.S. Lewis blessed tip toes. JR leaves like that for awhile, standing abruptly, with the gag locked firmly in her face hole, leaving her there to ponder what might take place next. When JR returns he notices how she likes to keep that tongue underneath the bit of the gag, poking out. So he grabs a clothespin and places it on the end of her tongue. This forces her to always have her tongue out as far as possible. Then he begins to ask her ridiculous, mundane questions about her job. Sane stuff in the face of her obvious discomfort. She tries to swallow and answer but every movement of her mouth requires exacting concentration. The words she utters are almost incomprehensible. Then he wants to know about any good dates she has been on lately. She babbles something no one can understand, as she does so the clothespin in her tongue bounces up and down and slings a string of slobber flying as she does. Soon, she has a constant stream of spit hanging from her face hole as she tries to answer his questions, her chest wet from the constant drool. She tries to tell him about some guy she bed the other night but understanding her is impossible. JR cuts her off and tells her to count from one to one hundred and then he’ll be ready for her. As he leaves the room he can hear her mumbling out the numerals as he goes to fetch something to make her very uncomfortable with. JR is walking Naomi back to his old out building. She is still collared and bit gagged with her little clothespin stuck on the end of her tongue, drool flapping about with each step. Once he has her back there he removes her collar and bit gag. She immediately closes her mouth and takes a hard swallow. She clearly enjoys this new found mouth freedom. With her wrists still bound behind her back JR ask her to remove her tight, hip hugging jeans and panties. She struggles with it a bit before finally getting them down and off. Then her black, “good-girl” church shoes are next. She begins to tremble –either from the cold or from her own fear –or both. JR unties her wrists and tells her to remove her blouse and bra. She complies immediately. A wire frame bed is lying nearby and JR ask her to lie spread-eagle upon it. Very demurely she moves her clothes at the foot of the bed before lying down as she was told. Before she lies back JR tells her to look at you, The Viewer, and to shake her breasts while repeating, “I love big titties!” Then he immediately locks manacles to her neck, wrists and ankles securing her to the bed. She has begun to shake so hard that she rattles the metal manacles her wrists and ankles are locked within. It is a constant sound of metal and fear. Next JR takes a thick piece of duct tape and firmly adheres it to her face hole. Then takes another and another and does the same thing until her mouth is lost behind that sticky tape. He then moves to her bareback cunt and tapes it shut as well. But not before noticing that she had failed to wipe herself properly and left several small white flakes of toilet paper on her box. JR then returns with a bag of slightly frozen fish heads that he places into a pair of fishnet stockings. He then hangs the cluster of fish heads right above Naomi’s own head. Once in place the blood, guts and juice drip down onto her fair skin, onto her face and chest. Little circles of fish matter fall and splat on her skin. She shakes violently rattling her metal bonds, her eyes slammed shut. She is thankful for the duct tape covering her face hole, now. The moisture and fish matter can be seen hitting her in the face and running down her cheeks. Splatters of fish blood cover her chest. The smell is horrible, these fish heads have been frozen, thawed, refrozen and thawed again. She tries desperately to keep the junk from falling into her face –she refuses to open her eyes. She freaks and bucks and tries to find some spot where she won’t be having a fish rain storm fall into her face. JR comes over and sits next to her on the bed rubbing her chest and talking sweetly to her. He takes his hand and smears the fish fluids all over her face. Then he compress her nipples down hard with clamps. Naomi is lost somewhere, cold and miserable. Her manacles rattling with every drop of fish fluid. She is horrified and scared. The whole of her body shakes violently, relentlessly. To give her a quick reality check JR unceremoniously walks up to her and rips the duct tape from her cunt in one fell swoop. She immediately begins to cry. JR yells at her to shut up and then sucks her still burning cunt into a clear pussy pump. Her meat pie fills the entire cylinder before turning the clear material opaque from condensation. The discomfort sends her reeling before JR has to yell at her once more to shut the fuck up. Oh Naomi, your day has only started. Naomi, all cleaned up and now shivering, has wrapped herself up in a towel and nervously is waiting for her next move. She is instructed to drop the towel, and upon doing so, she is adorned with a tight leather collar around her neck. A fantastic metal bit gag is then secured with a "click" into her face. A rope is attached to that collar and secured to the ceiling, causing Naomi to raise to the tips of her toes in order to alleviate the choking that causes. She is constantly attempting to gain a better position with her feet, which gives her the appearance at times that she is doing a bit of dancing. She clutches her hands to her neck collar, in hopes that her balance will improve. Her face has changed color and we can hear her breathing heavily. She is made uncomfortable - both physically and mentally - with this constant choking. Naomi is offered a ridiculous stripper shoe to use in assisting herself. She gladly accepts. Due to the gag being quite intrusive, Naomi is constantly touching it. She is instructed to place her hands behind her, for her hands to be securely tied behind her. JR immediately begins attacking Naomi with a glogger. Her breasts take the most of the brunt of that attack. She screams out and begins to shake, even attempting to get away from the flogger. But to no avail. JR then ties her hands up to the middle of her back, as they were in the way of a very important area. A large paint stick is then used to repeatedly whack Naomi's ass. She is surprised by how much that hurt. You can tell by the look on her face. She wasn't expecting that amount of pain from that stick. She is next struck with a leather paddle. Her breath is taken away with those strokes. Naomi is then questioned about those titties of hers, and in response her titties are flogged with a vengence. At this time, a number of implements are layed out in front of her - with JR giving her the choice of which one to use on her soft flesh. She waits to tell him her decision with a very scared look on her face. After some time, she chooses the flogger to use on her ass, but JR has a better idea. He thinks her idea was a bit too easy. He picks out the cane for those titties she loves so much. After three nice whacks on those nice titties, she is asked to choose another implement. She takes too much time, however, and so JR is left to decide. He chooses a whip and focuses it on her nipples. With each stroke of the whip, she is left breathless. She is made to turn around to show her ass, where she receives a few more strokes of the paddle. JR decides to take a short cigarette break which eventually ends with Naomi's nostril getting a good smoke. It is clear that she does not like it in her nose or near her at all. We get a good close view of her face with cigarette hanging from her nose while she receives another few whacks. She is left distressed even after the cigarette is gone. JR then asks Naomi to give us all a little dance, which looks much like her trying not to choke herself from earlier. Naomi is next found in strict box tie with a tight crotch rope running through her pussy lips, up her ass crack, to the ceiling and attached to a heavy bowling ball. Her feet are attached to a spreader bar below. We study her as she continuously attempts to adjust her position to gain more comfort. That crotch rope is really making its' way into her cunt. Naomi's face gives away her discomfort. She is not happy with that crotch rope. She attempts to alleviate her suffering by adjusting that rope that comes out the top of her ass, yet it's just no use. It's too tight to move. She looks pretty sexy standing there all hunched over with merely the tips of her fingers attempting to make her stringent rope more palatable. At times her gaze meets with the camera and she appears to be pleading for less discomfort with her eyes. No cigar. JR tells Naomi he's off to cut the grass, so there will be no soon comfort for Naomi. |
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|  18 year old Ransom showed up at The Attic for her first ever bondage shoot. She has played around with bondage for some three years but there are many things she has yet to try. In her interview we find out what she likes in bondage, how often she masturbates, what she does for fun and her sexual history. She’s keen on corporal punishment and loves strict, tight bondage. She’s a giver. When we find Ransom next she is on her knees in her fetish outfit. Her arms are tied up high to a post behind her placing her into a strappado. Her legs are doubled back upon themselves and tied. Luther is affixed right in front of her face. JR ask whether she likes to suck cock. “I do”, she replies. When asked why she tells me, ”not many girls are good at it”, that it is an art form. Indeed. After studying Luther for a second she exclaims, “Girth-y!”, then takes him in with a deep breath. Takes him down to 3.75 inches and then starts to stroke him with her face hole. All the while her fetish outfit makes these lovely squeak-y, rubbing sounds. She takes him down deep again, wiggling her head back and forth, allowing her to maneuver his girth further down her throat. Her spit, her slobber almost immediately taking on that high viscosity property, swings off her chin as she wiggles her head. It is that type of slobber that comes from somewhere deep inside, the kind that you only see when a chick really knows what she is doing. It is thick and starts to cover the length of Luther. She spits on him and a thick string of it dangles from his shaft. She hungrily licks it off and takes him down deep in one fell swoop, tears falling from each eye. She gags on him after several seconds of deep face fucking. When she pulls back off of him a think wad of slobber stretches from the tip of Luther to her bottom lip. She is told to take him down deep and hold it there. She gags and spit washes out from around her lips as she holds his length in her face hole. She coughs and steadies herself, holding back what wants to come up out of her throat. A constant stream of fluid stays on her face as JR yells at her to keep it in her throat, to go down further, to make herself exhausted. When she finally pulls off of it she is breathing hard, her mascara running down both cheeks and snot falling from both of her nose holes. It is as though she has run a 100 yard dash and she needs to catch her breath. She is yelled at again to get down on Luther. To get him as far as possible into her face. She takes him down to 4.25 inches and gags. Gags so hard that the pressure inside her head forces fluid to be ejected from every hole in her face at the same time. She is a mess. Cock sucking is serious business and her face shows it. In the end she is told to take it down to four inches, hold it and tell me how much she loves sucking cock, that she loves how girth-y he is. And she does, in between gagging, coughing back fluid and her face wet from snot, tears and slobber. She is now in a hogtie, her big toes tied back to her hair. Her wrists are bound to a tight crotch rope in the small of her back. She has her fetish outfit on with her head secured in the metal choker. It keeps her noggin’ high off the floor while insuring that her weight resting upon it keeps her air supply severely diminished. She can’t remove herself from it, even picking her chest off the floor doesn’t remove her neck from the device. The more she becomes fatigued the more she will cut her air supply off. It clearly becomes more and more of a challenge for her, leaving her coughing every few minutes, when she speaks her voice has changed, affected by the choker. What started out as something manageable quickly becomes a hardship. Her face grows redder and redder. Her coughing increases to every few seconds now. One can see on her face that things are becoming more serious. She has to concentrate now, focus. She has lost all semblance of smiles and happy attitude. When JR comes into the room he has lots of different makeup he lays in front of her face: mascara, blush, lipstick, eye liner. He doesn’t know what most of it is and tells her as much. Then he begins applying it to her immobilized face. First eye shadow, the most hideous colors imaginable. Then he takes eye liner and gives her some angry eye brows. She coughs and clears her throat incessantly. She is clearly growing more uncomfortable, wiggling about in an effort to find a position that doesn’t quite choke her off so much --to no avail. Bright red lipstick is put on her pursed lips and then all around her lips. Then eye liner is used to border it giving her a ridiculous clown like, zombie appearance. She is all serious now, her position not letting her take on any other countenance. To finish off her new look JR has her stick her pierced tongue out and ties a length of leather cord to it. On the other end he ties a heavy padlock. She now has her tongue completely pulled out from her face hole. It immediately causes her to moan out in further distress. JR gets up and tells her to spread her legs like a whore, then pops the Hitachi onto her cunt. The look on her face is of complete and total concern, desperation. She moans and whimpers constantly. Within seconds she is begging for permission to cum –which is denied repeatedly. But when it is finally given to her, just as she begins to cum, the Hitachi is taken from her cunt. Ransom is locked in The Apparatus, nude. It is a device that, once locked into it, leaves no possibility for escape. It isolates one’s head from the rest of their body –you can’t even see your own feet nor have the ability to look anywhere but straight ahead. Her wrists are manacled at her neck. The device keeps her up high on her tip toes. It leaves no way for her to rest her calves. She can pick her feet up, but she can never stop standing on her tip toes. One is completely vulnerable once locked into the device. The first thing JR does when he walks into the room is clamp her nipples down into clamps. She winches when they go on her hanging 38Ds, her breathing changes and her eyes go shut. She starts to lose herself in the pain. Now JR wants to find out where she is the most ticklish. After walking behind her, he digs into her armpits and down each side of her torso. It has an immediate reaction. A big, giant smile and the words, “Oh god”. Then uncontrollable laughter. Laughter that has those big Ds bouncing up and down with clamps hanging from the nipples. Then he moves down to her feet, takes a leather belt and wraps it around her ankles to keep her from lifting her legs. Then he goes straight for the back of her knees before working his way back up her torso. She can’t go anywhere and the laughter is turning into something else altogether. When it is over she is left trying to pull herself together. JR comes back with some fish heads he purchased some six months ago and spills them around her feet. If she wants something to stand on to relieve the burning in her calves she has it now. Next, JR brings out a litter box and finds two perfectly shaped turds he calls truffles and places them on either side of her face –like six inches away. She immediately states, “that’s lovely”. To finish her off JR hangs 12 oz. weights from each nipple which has her whimpering from the discomfort. It leaves her with only that discomfort in mind. It is the one thing that really starts to break her down....but she still begs for an orgasm. Ransom is perched on the wooden horse with her arms locked back in a box tie - unable to assist her in balancing. Her giant titties are nicely framed within that box tie as well. The look on her face is expectant - knowing she's going to soon have the electricity turned on for her very first time. With her long legs swinging on either side on the horse, she is immediately gagged with a large spider gag. With this, we get a nice view straight into her face hole. Her feet are now hooked around each other to assist her with her balance. JR confirms with Ransom that she's never, ever tried electricity before. When the box is turned up, we see that it is, in fact, a completely new sensation for her. Her face distorts, her breath deepens, and her eyes close in order to soak in this new experience. Her quiet moans of discomfort soon seem to turn to moans of pleasure, as shown by her body beginning to pulse with the waves of electricity. Her eyes close, her head raised to the ceiling, her breathing becoming more like panting - looks like this girl is really enjoying herself. When the electricity gets turned up, her heavy breaths now include some small giggles. She is really rocking her pussy into that horse now. Typically girls find the horse to be extremely uncomfortable, however Ransom is pretty much humping that horse in response to the electricity. As things progress, Ransom's eyes become more glazed and appear to be rolled back in her head. She is instantly brought back to reality when JR places a Celebrator on her clit. It is obvious that Ransom is a fan, so JR grabs a piece of tape and affixes that powerful vibrator to the horse. The electricity is again turned up, and Ransom begins to squeal and moan in response. Between the increased electricity and the Celebrator, Ransom is moving into the land of desperation. She cannot hold out any longer, and asks to come. She is made to ask for a good titty whipping instead. Upon her titties getting smacked around, she asks again to come. She is told to wait, which creates a very desperate look on Ransom's face - furrowed brow, deep panting, some squealing. She wants to come, and she wants to come badly. She is made to ask for the electricity to be turned up once more, which she does with no hesitation, knowing that permission to come might follow. After letting out some gagged screams, she instantly asks to come. She is given permission, with the caveat that the vibrator will remain on even after she is finished coming. She only thinks about wanting to come, and so she agrees. Her body begins trembling uncontrolably as she begins pushing that orgasm out, and doesn't stop even after her orgasm does. With the vibrator still buzzing away, Ransom continues to wiggle around on top of that horse, letting out some gutteral noises. Where one orgasm ends and another begins is not tremendously clear, however that is where we leave her. |
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|  Elise Graves - Captured Cunt - Part II Elise has only been out of her hole in the floor for a couple of hours, but JR is already looking to get some favors out of her. But first, he places her into a tight, demanding hogtie while dressed in her uber cute girl-next-door clothes. Three pairs of her high heels are spread around her. JR wants to watch her objectified and humiliated before he has her service his needs. As she lie there waiting on him a constant moaning emanates from her face hole. She’s a sexually needy girl, and her predicament now just has her cunt oozing for relief. When JR finally shows up he ball gags her face hole to mitigate the sounds her pussy is forcing her mouth to make. It doesn’t seem to have the desired effect, instead just sending further waves of pleasure out of her. She likes being turned into a small, immobile package. JR walks up to her, stands above her bound body and whips out his dick. A hot torrent of urine shoots out and falls all over Elise as she writhes in her need. It seems to never end as he focuses the bulk of the stream over her head. The smell of it permeates the room. She keeps blowing through her ball gagged face hole in an effort to prevent it reaching inside her mouth. She cries out and curses. Then he pisses all over the entire floor before her, knowing he will have her crawl as best she can through it to reach her shoes. He leaves her to lie in it, she holds her head up while in the hogtie as best she can, knowing if she rest it at all she’ll being doing so in a hot bed of urine. But after awhile, with a long thick blob of slobber hanging from her ball gagged mouth she finally gives up trying not to lay her face in it. Her body simply tires from holding her chest up off the floor and face first she goes. After listening to her moan about her situation relentlessly JR sits some feet away from her, his legs spread to accept the cunt, and then orders her to make her way to his crotch. She has to navigate through a pretty big lake of urine to do so as she inch worms her way over in her hogtie. It is a slow demanding process for her as her clothes soak up all the piss, her pure white slacks brown and yellow now from dirt and urine. She has to take little breaks, to catch her breath, before inching her way over again. When she finally makes it to his crotch she collapses there, resting her messy, piss covered face in his lap, exhausted. JR makes her get busy right away rubbing her urine covered, ball gagged face in his crotch. Two minutes later his dick is down her face hole as he tells her to choke on it. She really doesn’t have a choice, lying on her belly with no arms or legs to support herself, wet from head to foot with urine, once that cock is in her face hole she pretty much can’t get away from it. If she rests her chest down she’s going to get that cock deep throated. She is made to suck it relentlessly, in spite of the difficulty. JR spits in her face while his cock is deep in her mouth, then orders her to tell him, without taking the cock from her mouth, that she is a cum receptacle, that she likes to suck balls, that she is a cock whore. He pushes her head down deep onto his dick and causes her to gag. A wash of thick, high viscosity fluid emerges from her face hole and falls down around his cock. She tries to catch a breath but JR doesn’t let up until she cries. When he finally tires of playing with her he shoots a thick wad of cum down her throat and has her swallow every drop before popping it out and leaving her in a pool of piss. The next time we find Elise it is night time. JR has her out back sitting in an old school desk. She has on black hose, black heels, a short red skirt and a black blouse –a sweet girl-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, humiliated and covered in his body fluid. Her only focus is keeping that bag off her face hole. Elise is now in the old out building. She is strung up to a 7 ft. length of bamboo hanging parallel to the floor some 5 ft. off the ground. Her arms are in a strappado which are secured to the length of bamboo. This causes her to lean far forward, bending at the waist. She has one leg to support herself as the other is tied parallel up to the bamboo pole. A thick, wide leather collar is fastened around her neck and secured to the bamboo also, choking her. She is wearing a red dress with no panties and black heels. A heavy bowling ball is hung from her bound ankle. It is a terribly uncomfortable, demanding position, her entire body under stress. She has to dance around on one high heeled foot looking for a spot that gives her some sort of relief. If she lowers her head and neck, even just a bit, breathing becomes a real challenge –not to mention swallowing. When JR finally comes in to see her he asks, “Why are you like this?” “Because I can’t control my urges.”, she replies. When he looks at her cunt he can clearly see she can’t. Two different streams of her pussy juice are leaking from her pussy. It appears quite primed and ready. JR grabs the Hitachi and pops it onto her cunt. It has an immediate reaction. She screams in long drawn out, throaty cries. The collar changing her voice in a noticeable manner. Her screams become more and more desperate, just long drawn out ones of what seems like extreme anguish. She curses and pleads, calls out to god and then curses again. Repeatedly she calls out to god, in cries of complete and total desperation. She begs for release, she screams at the top of her lungs, pleads for permission to cum. Giant tears fall from her eye sockets and snot courses from her nose holes and smacks the floor beneath her. She pleads again for permission and I give it to her. In that instant she begins a deep, guttural, primal scream --only to have JR pull the Hitachi away from her in that same instant. It sends her over the edge, it is beyond what she can handle. She sounds like a Middle-Eastern woman at the Wailing Wall. She wants it badly but she’s stuck. She can’t even touch herself in any manner. That pussy has to just sit there and seethe for it as her crocodile tears fall from her face and hit the floor beneath her. Her face looks like it is about to pop from the tight collar as she begs for another chance. Her desperation clear & unmistakable. Her cute, girl-next door dress becoming soiled from her need. JR gives her another chance and she thanks him profusely. When that vibrator hits her cunt she sounds like someone is eviscerating her while still alive. It is the most desperate, painful sounds a human can make. And within seconds she pleads for permission. JR gives it to her and the instant she starts he pulls the vibrator away once more and leaves her. The reaction she gives is one of complete brokenness, a destitute soul, completely burdened. She is beyond beside herself. There is simply nothing she can do about it. JR makes her tell him that she did not deserve to cum anyway. She isn’t even gagged and she can’t control the copious amounts of fluid that keep falling out of every hole in her face. She is defeated. Poor Elise, JR has every intention of continuing to treat her this way the rest of the evening. Her continuing, desperate and very real pleas for release are ignored. 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 choke herself unconscious. 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 girl 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. JR is done with her, “It’s time to put the bitch back in the hole”. JR has a hole in the ground beneath his house and that’s where he is putting Elise once more. Ball gagged, naked and chained at the waist, her wrists chained at the waist and manacles on her ankles, he orders her to get back down into the dark, dank space beneath the house. As she makes her way she passes her litter box full of her own feces and urine, someone’s old clothing, a rat trap, garbage and numerous spider webs and mouse droppings. Once she is all the way in JR follows behind her and places a heavy metal collar around her neck and chains her to the wall –with just enough length in the chain to make it to her litter box. Then he leaves her, heads back up the hole and replaces the floor that covers it. We watch as Elise hears him covering the hole, left in her darkness, nudity and humiliated state. Good night Elise. |
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