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    Into The Attic - Zayda Gets Bagged

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    If there is one thing jr knows about zayda, she is terrified of having a bag pulled over her head. After stripping her nude he has tied her to a chair with a strappado. She isn't sure what is going to happen next but the second she sees him walking toward her with a bag in his hands she freaks out. Immediately she begins to buck around and scream. He quickly pulls the bag over her head, ties it off around her neck and steps back to watch her reaction. She screams, she sucks air until the bag collaspes around her face. Her mouth is in a perpetual scream as she panics inside. It doesn't take long before condensation builds up and her vision is even more obscured. She doesn't know it, but jr plans to leave her bagged for quite some time.

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    Natalias 21st Bday - Jr has just learned that today is natalia's 21st birthday. He approaches her and fastens a thick leather collar around her neck, tightly. It captures her long hair inside the collar as he cinches it around her neck. When he walks away she is left gasping -her mouth ajar. She finds herself leaving it agape, opening and closing it like a fish out of water. She moistens her lips. She is quiet now. A look of concern, even resignation on her face as jr threads rope through the collar and stands her up on her feet. He ties the rope off to the ceiling and pulls her up on her tip toes. She is still fully dressed in her fuzzy sweater and skirt. Her small feet standing on the pad of her toes through her boots as she strains to breathe in this new position. Her face grows redder and her mouth keeps moving as though it were itself trying to capture more oxygen. Even her eyes become puffed and red, watery. When he walks back around her she manages a smile. He picks up another bundle of rope and ties her elbows and wrists together before pulling her arms up high behind her and tying it off to the ceiling. She now finds herself in a strappado; her arms brought together and jacked up high behind her back. It places a great deal of pressure on her constricted neck, further ******* her. She whimpers ever so slightly as he finishes tying her arms off. Her face has the countenance of someone who was just been told some very bad news. Red and swollen, like she'd been crying all night long. It looks like her head is about to explode from pressure. She is shaking now, her feet still on tip toes as jr pulls her panties down from beneath her skirt. He folds the crotch out and places it up to her nose so she can inhale it. He then stuffs them, crotch first, into her face hole and winds clear packaging tape around her head to hold them in. When he finishes tying her arms he winds a rope around her waist and pulls her short white skirt up and folds it beneath the hemp. This exposes her pussy and ass cheeks. It is, after all, her 21st birthday. Fetching a paddle he lets her know she's about to receive the traditional birthday spanking most ***** get here in the states on their special day. Except this spanking is going to make her cry and leave some very angry welts on her pristine ass.

    Marina Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head Hd Version - (hd version of movie by same name 1440x1080 @ 5m/s) finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and push it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, forcing excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding the devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...

    Elise Cant Get The Bag Off Her Head - The next time we find elise it is night time. Jr has her out back sitting in an old ****** desk. She has on black hose, black heels, a short red skirt and a black blouse –a sweet ****-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, and covered in his body fluid. Her only focus is keeping that bag off her face hole.

    Elise Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head Beaten - Up in the attic she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. She is standing on her tip toes in a crucifix position. Her wrists are secured with metal brackets to the cross beams just over her head. Her long black hair falls down around her shoulders. Unable to do nothing more than stand there she looks around her dark little area wondering what will come next. The whip marks from earlier that day clearly visible on her torso. She struggles to free her wrists but the metal is pressed to tightly on her flesh. Jr comes up the rickety stairs with a tall leather collar in his hands. He wraps it around her neck and buckles it tightly. Her tongue pushes out and her mouth is left agape. Within seconds her face grows fat and red. She finds it difficult to swallow. He takes a leather belt and wraps it around her ankles before cinching it tight. At this point she doesn’t even care, breathing is the most important thing on her mind...At least right now. Jr knows elise would rather be beaten senseless than to be tickled. Taking his hands he begins to run them gingerly down each side of her torso while speaking to her gently. She knows it’s coming and then suddenly he digs his fingers into her sides and works his way up and down, sometimes stopping in her arm pits for extra sensitivity. She screams out for him to stop. She begs to be beaten instead. She can’t catch her breath now and jr is digging so deep he leaves marks on her body. She pleads with him between gasps to stop. He does, just long enough to pick up a heavy wooden paddle and strike her squarely on the ass. The pain is so intense she abruptly shuts up, just for a moment, before letting out a scream that no one should have to endure. It causes large tears to fall from each eye socket. The pain so consuming she can’t even remember to swallow before cups of spit fall from her ungagged face hole. She tries to bounce herself up and down on tip toes to shake off the pain. Jr pulls a clear bag over her head before she has even had a chance to collect herself and ties it off around her neck. Immediately the plastic begins to collapse and expand with each desperate breath she takes. He strikes her again and she screams out in terror inside her little plastic environment. When she finally stops wailing jr ask her if that was better than being tickled. When she tells him yes between sobs he digs right into her sides with his fingers and starts a long drawn out tickling of her body. Her screams are so oppressive, so loud he finally has to stop, worried the authorities may be drawn to her siren of agony. She doesn’t know it, but jr is going to beat her until she ask him to tickle her.

    Elise Herself - 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 herself ***********. 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 **** 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.

    Marina Gets Caned While Trying To Breathe - Occasionally she lets out an exasperated, audible breath of....Dissatisfaction, resignation? She gets gagged. Ball gagged. Tightly buckled in. When I get that last buckle cinched we hear her gasp a bit, behind the gag. She looks around and takes in her new predicament; big eyes and a longing look, lionel is giving her grief. We watch her try to position herself, into something more comfortable. Her feet are hurting. The rubber heels making her stand on the sides of her feet as they are drawn outward. Its debilitating for her. This discomfort sneaks up and then becomes forefront. I step up to her and ask her how she is doing. I ask her how she likes that dead cock in her cunt. She immediately shakes her head in dissatisfaction and moans out disapproval. She manages to make out an audible sentence about how stressful lionel is in her cunt. So I pick up the flogger and lay into her ass. After several demanding strikes I pull a latex breath hood over her head, while she is still ball gagged. Once it gets zipped down over her head she is all by herself in there. We can see her but she can't see us. We watch her in there, concentrating on what's important; breathing. She holds her lungs steady and draws breath in slowly, knowing that anything faster will defeat her effort to get air in her lungs, knowing that it will just collapse all that beautiful latex against her face and nose and close up her ability to breath. She gets groped on her breasts. I start to flog her, her ass and tits. She tries to draw air quicker now, and as she does so it makes a squeaking noise as it tries to pull through the little opening quicker than it can pass. The latex all closed upon her face. She's caned now. Caned on her tits for starters. She screams out, or at least tries too. Her hood collapsing even quicker now around her face as she tries to deal with the severity of each blow. The hitachi comes out and gets slammed against her cunt. She rides that a bit, sucking and blowing air out as best she can beneath her latex hood. We watch her dance around, in place, feeling the vibrator, concentrating on her breath. Nipple clamps come out and are brutally affixed to her nipples. Within a few more seconds she asks for permission to cum. When she is denied her attempt to breath inside her hood takes on a new level. She can't handle it. She loses her concentration and we watch her collapse and expand the latex onto her face so quickly she can't be getting enough air. Her lungs are struggling to suck air through the little opening of the latex and then through the ball gag tightly buckled into her mouth. She manages to calm herself after a few seconds. And as she begins to calm herself I **** two pound weights off of each nipple. They quickly fall to the ground, taking the nipple clamps with them. Now she has to calm herself all over again. And it's a struggle. First the latex collapses around her face cutting off the air, then we hear her lungs trying to pull air through that little opening that is by now either collapsed upon her face or is full of her own saliva from drooling behind the ball gag, and this causes us to hear a high pitched squeaking noise as her lungs try to overcome the pressure of drawing air through an opening that practically doesn't exist. And the hitachi is relentless. She asks for permission to cum and its given. Her latex hood is opening and collapsing at a rate not seen before. Her breath is quick and shallow. She starts to scream. A pushing sort of scream. Like she is pushing something bad, something unforgiven from her body. And as she is excising this need from her carcass i'm telling her that I will punish her for it. For having such a good orgasm. Her feet literally come off the ground and she suspends herself from her wrists as she expels the orgasm, expels the base need that built up inside of her. The latex hood still creating that squeaking sound as she still tries to draw upon her lungs for breath. And she screams again. She is screaming and crying to the point of desperation. She can't breathe now. She can't control her need. She tries to shake the hood off, she's dancing around as best she can, stammering and stomping. Then I punish her. Punished her for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it. I punished her with a cane and flogger until she cried about it. Until her ball gagged mouth, with spit and saliva running down her chin and chest, told me she was sorry. Until I had snot and spit coursing through every hole on her face. Then I got her off again.

    Morgan Gets Bagged - She is naked and shackled to the spider chair, a ball gag buckled into her mouth. He has her in the darkness of the attic. Her neck has a metal collar around it and a chain running to the ceiling. She is squarely attached to the heavy chair. She keeps looking around, trying to get a feel for her surroundings. A family of baby birds can be heard screaming loudly off to one corner. Jr comes in with a large, clear plastic bag. When she realizes he is about to pull it over her head she starts to panic. She tries to move away from the bag but she is caught. Once he has it completely pulled down over her head he ties it off with a leather cord. She starts to whine and a sense of terror creeps into the sounds she makes. It is warm in the attic and she starts to sweat inside the bag. Her glasses are foggy and moisture drips down her face. When the oxygen becomes so thin she gasp for breath he unties the cord sealing the bag around her neck. She sucks in air deeply, her relief unmistakable. But he doesn't give her any time at all to enjoy the new found fresh air. He simply pulls the bag back down over her head just as soon as he removed it. He fucks with her. Teasing her, giving it to her and then taking it away before she can get satisfaction. When he brings out the hitachi and places it onto her cunt her demeanor completely changes. She sounds like she just ran a 400 yard race as fast as she could. Her head seems to convulse. Jr lets her know she needs to ask permission before cumming. Immediately she does. Her eyes seem to roll back in her head, she can barely get the question out between gasps for air that she can't keep up with. He makes her repeat it several times. Beg for it. Copious amounts of slobber pool around her ball gag and fall down her face, caught in the bag. When he gives her permission she starts to hyperventilate. Her face distorts and her eyes disappear. Her orgasm seems to last forever. When she is spent he pulls the bag back over her head, ties it off and leaves her.

    Elise Runs Low On Air - We find elise naked and in a chair. Her legs are drawn up and bound onto themselves. Each is pulled outward exposing her cunt. Her arms are bent over and tied onto themselves then drawn back behind her head. Her whole body is firmly secured to the chair. After a couple of minutes watching her she gets a dental gag inserted and her mouth propped open to maximum. Then a very large, clear bag is pulled down over the top of her. A bag big enough to fit her entire head and torso in. Then its taped into place creating her own little air/weather environment inside. She is then flogged across the chest sending her into wail mode. Afterward, while she is still wailing, her exposed pussy is flogged. It takes her time to collect herself when it is over. Still crying inside her bag she has nipple clamps put on her while she attempts to regain her composure. It must suck not to be able to get those off your tits while some crazy fucker decides to cane the top of your feet while you try to breathe inside your new weather environment. It is starting to get quite a bit of condensation building up in there. The air must be getting hot and stuffy --but we still have those feet to cane. And when i'm done I remove her nipple clamps and flog her chest, right where the clamps had been. Then flog her caned feet. The whole process sends her into the netherworld. She screams almost constantly. She tries to shake her body but she can't move an inch. And inside her bag it is getting difficult to even see her anymore. All that hot air she keeps expelling in her screams only creates a more uncomfortable atmosphere for her. When that hitachi finally hits her pussy she sounds like she is pushing a watermelon from her cunt. It is a preternatural scream. Primal. She's running out of air in there and the screams still go on,,,,she better hurry....

    Marina Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head - Finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and push it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, forcing excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding the devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...
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