A curious opportunity presented itself in the middle of Andy’s shoot. I realized that I could use the bar that was holding her to the ground and trapping her there as a fulcrum to pivot canes over and use them to pull up on the nasty painful little clamps biting into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The result was wonderful. She screamed in pain with a tap on any of the canes I had threaded over the bar and through the top catch on each clamp. Pressing down on one cane resulted in a whimper. Two a small scream. Five a loud scream and tears welled up. I played with my new instrument until it broke, then moved on to other pastimes such as jamming a dildo down her throat until she choked and then putting her in a severe neck to ankles hogtie until she collapsed, gasping for air. What fun.
We continue to showing cruel curing methods of the secret practice or Dr. Lomp. Two sisters are threated by the insane doctor in strange way. The sisters even need to whip each other at one point.
When I come back, I hood her with a nylon and add more tape. I then spend some time playing with her bound tits as I tug on her crotchrope. I leave her to struggle once again. I return, yet once again and roll her back on her stomach. I notice that her head could be pulled back a bit further so I untie the nylon and tighten it up some.
It’s delightful to twist the fair into the grotesque. The latex frogface hood is the perfect tool for the occasion. With stalks covering blind eyes and a small hole for air to come in and teeth to protrude, it effects her transformation from woman into drooling bondage mutant. The heat and pressure of the hood slowly builds mashing her lips and sealing her nostrils shut. Her gasping breaths are filled with spittle as she drags air in and out, in and out, more frantic by the minute. My only regret is that she can’t see what she looks like. Her humiliation would be priceless I’m sure. Ah well..one can’t have one’s cake and eat it too I suppose.
The clear plastic head harness is buckled on mercilessly tight, ensuring Jandi’s screams won’t get loud enough to irritate me. She tries to brace herself for the hard spanking and whipping she knows is coming her way in just a few seconds, but she can’t find a position that offers any comfort. The steel bar she has been standing on is digging into the arch of her foot and the gag feels like it’s cutting into her face. She starts to sweat, wondering how long she will be made to endure it. 5 minutes? 10? 30? 50? The situation is already unbearable as it is and I haven’t even started to hurt her for real.
After this goes on for a bit he starts in with the red tape again until my entire upper body is taped as well. Even my arms are taped together and then taped to my body.