“Oh, how you must feel,” the witch hissed as she cemented Claire’s lower face with ring after ring of flesh-swelling adhesive. “So close … twice!” She leaned down to give Holden’s prodigious breast a mean squeeze as the girl cringed miserably. “But no cigar, sweetie. You’re way too fuckable to get away.” Continue reading
Finally, triumphantly, she straightened to emit the scream of all screams.
A hogtied Gwen Hennessey lay weeping in the dirt as the deliveryman raped Claire Holden in the deepest, darkest part of the wood. Continue reading
Sweet Kerry's daddy had a lot of money, but would he uses it to get her back safe and sound? Continue reading
She concentrated on the fireman nearest her – a mere fifty feet away. He was concentrating on unraveling the hose, but, as she watched, his head began to rise, his eyes began to shift. In nanoseconds their eyes would lock….
Something wrapped around Claire Holden’s waist. Something curled across her head. Something forced her legs to go flying up in front of her. Continue reading
Powered by fear, the girl wriggled through the opening, making a stupendous sight that no one ever saw: a beautiful, buxom little girl -- her ankles and wrists bound, her full mouth sealed with a tight, shining, bulging band of dull silver, wearing only high heel boots, a microminiskirt, a latex, nearly nonexistent bra, and opera gloves -- emerging from a hole in the motel’s back wall like a sexy, skinned snake.
She only took a second to get her bearings, then continued to roll away from the enflamed motel -- over the bumpy, crab-grassed yard toward a cove of trees. Again her instincts took over. Her mind registered the sound of running water, and she propelled herself toward it. Continue reading
Back to 2007's HOSTEL II, where Laura German gets more gag and hence more Mphhh
"Please!” the doorman said from outside. “Please be quiet. The occupant was adamant about quiet.”
“What the fuck do I care about the occupant?” the belligerent drunk retorted. “Occupant? Adamant? What kinda words are those? What kinda fruit are you anyway?”
Their silhouettes were on the drawn shades now. Claire’s lovely body trembled in panic, unable to decide what to do. She kept trying to scream, her eyes darting around the room. Try to lunge toward the window? Throw herself back on the bed and kick over the end table? Continue reading
Claire screamed and screamed and screamed into the padding, her body warping on the fetid bed cover with each one. But it did almost no good. Her wrists were still lashed behind her, her ankles likewise cinched, and the band of ridiculously tight drainage tape wrapping her head held the shammy firm in her stuffed mouth. Continue reading
2007's HOSTEL II was a bit more than a kill-a-minute bloodbath, there was some damn fine gagging here, primarily here with Bijou Phillips & Lauren German....and there is more to come.
The terror that began in The Keeper continues for the redheaded dancer, the brunette business woman, and the blonde coed as they are kept captive in a plain, simple, suburban house on a normal residential street by a demented man and his perverse mother. No matter how they struggle, what were once a simple cellar, attic, and bedroom become dens of depravity. Even their own homes and places of business offer no sanctuary as their captors and fate conspire against even their most desperate and seemingly certain escape plans. Can they manage to find rescue or will they forever be prisoners of the son and mother they have come to know as The Keeper II?
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