This was like a bad greek play - except I had the sinking feeling that the ending was going to be really bad, for me. Continue reading
From time to time, I love to share some good hand gag shots. Here is an actual clip from some(?) film where the cute blonde gets a lengthy hand gag that ends up as a ball and strap in her mouth.
“Just for the night,” he said, signing his name. “Won’t need nothing but privacy, okay?”
“It’s been a long day and a long drive,” his wife interjected with a wan smile. “We just need some sleep is all.”
“I can dig it,” said the desk man, who merely glanced at the man’s signature. After all, it interrupted his staring at their daughter’s great legs and the curvature of her surprisingly full chest. He only wished he could see her face. “Your poor daughter seems especially beat,” he said as he reluctantly turned away to get their key off the hook. Continue reading
The delivery man the glorified sack to her, surprised at its weight. “What do you keep in that thing? Rocks?
“Better,” said Swanson, pulling plastic, metal, and leather from the top. “Don’t want our
spent little darling to mouth, or wander, off, do we?” Continue reading
“Are you nuts?” Al hissed as he slammed the door shut behind him. Swanson just continued to laugh as she bore Claire down with an expression that left no doubt in Al’s mind. Of course she was. But then he was distracted by the sweat-sheened skin, bulges, and curves of their little bundle of joy, as well as the way she struggled so prettily before him. “Get us out of here,” he croaked, reaching for Claire. “Quick, in case anybody saw anything….” Continue reading
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Her mouth was completely, utterly packed with something soft but hardly yielding, like drying cement. Her lips were mashed back and sealed together with a brick of some sort of plaster. And over her mouth and nose pressed a dark heavy cloth, which affixed around her head like a foreskin—unconcerned with the rise of her crushed nose or mashed lips.
She tried to speak, only to choke again, even the noise of her strangulation trapped behind the curtain tied about her skull. Because that wasn't the worst of it. Around her throat was a simple yet extraordinarily tight black choker, holding what seemed to be a single coin-shaped piece of metal tight against her larynx.
She could hardly breathe, and any attempt to talk was both cut off and threatened her life.
She couldn't stop her muscles from responding...trying to free her neck and face. Her arms jerked in place uselessly high up her back, her long, elegant fingers fluttering. Her wrists were tied to their opposite forearms; her elbows were tied behind her and to her torso with 22 inches of breathtakingly tight rope which circled her normally twenty-three inch waist.
She tried to shift in her chair, only to realize it wasn't her chair anymore.
The skirt of the dress was up. The lace floral panties were gone. She was on his sweat-suited lap...nailed there by something big and tall and hard that was between her thighs and inside her....
She tried to launch herself off him...tried to dive off the balcony...tried to propel herself forward to crash into the audience now so far below....
Claire feverishly kicked out, hunching. But the teacher just yanked brutally back, sweeping Holden’s ankles out from under her.
Suddenly they were both scrambling on the floor, the girl trying to scream for all she was worth as one of Swanson’s hands found Claire’s stuffed mouth. “This is all her fault,” the teacher hissed into the kidnapped girl’s ear.
Just as the sound of her mother’s car engine coming to life reached their ears, the lovely captive’s eyes cleared. Her glorious lips practically popped off her assaulter’s mouth and slobbered to get off an agonized howl, but Swanson was there, her bony claw thudding a thick washcloth over the scream. Continue reading
He imagined Claire’s huge, wet eyes over the sopping wet sedative pad Dotty was no doubt clamping over her nose and mouth as she lay under Swanson on the king-size bed just above them. Continue reading
Giggling, the teacher leaped forward, wrapping the heaving girl in her arms, feeling her youth and vitality undulate in her embrace. Staring down at her huge, wet eyes; big, firm, heaving breasts; and sleek, kicking legs. Continue reading