“Eric,
Turnabout is fair play, don’t you think? My offer is still good. Or you can forget Lisa
and market the video – I think you will agree that it is rather special. Of course if
your information on me gets out, what happens to you will make what is now happening to
Lisa seem like a walk in the park.
Love and Kisses,
Judy”
And don’t you know, the note actually decomposes itself into ash about five minutes after
I read it. I can’t help but laugh at the very double o sevenness of the event, though the
situation I am enmeshed in is hardly a laughing matter.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of video Judy has sent me. I quickly
spin the disk in my DVD player and sure enough, with no preamble, there, in a mid distance
shot is my girlfriend, Ms. Lisa Nova, all seventy three inches of her magnificent glorious
blonde lusciousness with her arms tied behind her back, her elbows cinched tightly
together, and her ankles chained on a short hobble.
My lover is naked save for seven or eight inch black stiletto heels and is having a lot
of trouble walking. The camera is following her as she shuffled forward. A close-up of her
face reveals a very frightened woman. Tears are running down Lisa’s smooth as porcelain
cheeks and she is looking about in a feral, cornered, animal-like way as if she is
imagining absurdly awful things are about to happen and that it probably wouldn’t be the
first time either.
How do you react when you see the woman you love in such a situation? Are you freaked
out, angry, frightened? Well maybe you are, but for me, my cock swells hard as can be.
Turnabout is fair play and I can’t wait to see what wonders Judy had in store for her
erstwhile tormentor.
After a bit of a walk, the blonde goddess is led onto a stage. Just as she is about to
step up onto the stage she cringes, as if the stage holds some unspeakably terrifying
memories, and she refuses to go further. What looks like a cattle prod is used on her back
to get her to move forward, we hear her screams – “Ok, Ok – please no more” and such and
finally she is forced to accept the inevitable.
Once on the stage her hobble chain is removed and her legs are attached to posts, forcing
them widely apart. Next a cage-like metal device is lowered till it is just about the
height of her head. Despite much twisting and struggling and begging on Lisa’s part, the
cage soon becomes attached to Lisa’s head. Once secured, the chain that is hooked to the
top of the cage is raised, forcing Lisa’s trapped head upwards and taut. To keep from
either having her head pulled off or choking to death, she is forced to raise herself up
on the tippy tippy tip toes of her well spread and spike heel shod feet.
Next a jaw spreader is forced into her mouth and the screws adjusted so her mouth is held
wide open. Despite this bondage, little whimpering sounds can be heard coming from the
hopelessly trapped woman, sounds which increase in intensity as a hand appears holding
what seems to be a high leverage pliers. The pliers are inserted into the forced open
mouth. They find Lisa’s tongue and begin to stretch it out. There is nothing Lisa can do
about this. Eventually, when the tongue is a few inches out of her mouth, a clamp is
attached to the end of the tongue which is then screwed into a slot in the cage. Another
screw is turned, causing the part of the cage that holds the clamp to separate from the
part that is holding Lisa’s head. The effect of this is to stretch her tongue out to its
maximum possible extent. A close-up shows a detail of how the clamp is pressed into her
tongue, clearly demonstrating to us, the viewers, that there is no possible way the tongue
can be pulled back into the mouth without causing severe damage. Despite even this
extremity, there are mewling sounds coming from Lisa, sounds of fear and desperation,
unmistakable, though muffled by the bondage that immobilizes her.
We are treated to a few minutes of this incredibly beautiful and sexy woman crying and
mewling in this bondage. The camera pans down her magnificent goddess body and we see the
pain sweat beginning to bead, the little tremors of fear that pass up and down her tautly
stretched form. By this time I’ve got my cock out of my pants and am stroking its engorged
shaft slowly and thoughtfully, hoping that the video has a long, long time to run
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