She tried to remove this damned bra from herself, but then the same problem was waiting for her - those fastener that connected the cups for the breasts to each other, now did not want to open. Now Tanya has already distinguished and on it a small hole for the key. The same was with the "collar." “So, come,” thought Nastya. - “The shower is postponed.” She thought about it and wondered from where she had the strength for black humor. “And yet,” she decided, “all this can be cut and removed in pieces. I will deal with this later: the main thing is to solve the main problem. ” Bursting in the anus did not give her peace of mind, and she carefully, holding onto the walls, went to the bathroom to get rid of this idiotic thing. Here she was waiting for the most terrible shock - the instrumental was not taken out! That is, he sat there like a glove and did not even want to move. While Nastya, sitting on the edge of the bathroom and moaning, tried to extract this plastic muck from herself, she took it apart a second time. Her whole body was cramped with cramp, her eyes clouded with veil, through which she watched her feet slip randomly on her tiled floor. The anus around the "gizmo" painfully squeezed, which gave Nastya incredible pleasure. In the end, she almost fell into the bathroom, risking breaking her neck. When the ecstasy disappeared, the girl began to carefully groping at the plastic “torturer”. Groping around the edge of the outer part of a metal plate with a hole in the middle, Nastya realized that she had fallen seriously. At the same time, everything inside her broke off - what will happen to her now, the right girl, the diligent student, and the beloved daughter ... What a shame! No, this is impossible ... But it has already happened. And it happened to her. Tanya, on all fours, reached the kitchen, took a knife from the table, and began to cut the ribbons holding the bra - they did not give in. She blunt the knife about the loops and straps, which, like the shackles, she was chained to the shoes. The same result. Obviously, the material from which these things were made was practically undamaged. Perhaps it was something like the Kevlar, from which they are now making body armor. She tried to open the locks with the help of a pin, but she could not do anything, and she decided that something else would break the locks and then no key would work. Trying to remove the bra over her head, she almost screamed in pain - the nipples of her breasts seemed to be firmly rooted in the cups of the nasty breastplate. My God, she thought, well you have done with yourself, Nastya, what have you become? ... And the tears flowed from her large brown eyes ...

A few hours later, devastated, she lay on her couch and leafed through the instructions that were attached to these devilish things. Instructions that she didn’t bother to review properly should it be too late. Of the English inscriptions that were half-understandable to her with the help of a dictionary, she realized that of the three boxes she bought, two belonged to one set called “The Good Choir” or something like that. The kit should have included another set of keys, which she just did not buy. Why the seller did not warn her - didn’t he know about it himself, or intentionally wanted to play a cruel joke on a stupid girl - Nastya didn’t know. In any case, the only way out for her was to go to that shop again and get the keys to her “kandals”. But how, she can hardly walk? And then now it is dark outside, the shop is probably closed, and then ... Then she realized that she had long wanted to go to the toilet. In a big way. The abdomen caused painful cramps. Horrified, she grabbed the instructions for the very thing in her ass - could it be that she can no longer ... In a hurry, she flipped through the diagrams explaining how to insert the “device” into the anus, how he, under the influence of the contractions of the anus, stretches himself inside like a bud, not allowing herself to be removed from there. Here is a diagram showing how it is reduced to its original state with a key ...

Finally, she found what she was looking for - the inner part of the plastic phallus is simply unscrewed, creating a narrowed semblance of the anus. After sending the need, the bolt was screwed back like a threaded plug. Reaching the toilet, Nastya realized that without an enema she could not do anything. At a conscious age, Nastya never used an enema, so this procedure was doubly dirty and humiliating for her. The situation was complicated by the discrepancy between the diameters of the enema tip and the plastic “tube” in its bottom. In the end, Nastya coped with this rather original way: taking a rubber hose from an old washing machine, she put one end in there (since the diameter just came up), and the second just put it on the faucet and opened the water. While the cold water filled her, making her breathing difficult, she indulged in thoughts about her bleak future. How can she get the keys to get rid of this scourge? Will she have time to do this before the exams and the arrival of her parents? How does she seem on the street in this form and can she even move along the street in such a state? What is there, how can she survive this night? Maybe call Tatiana and consult with her? "Why, have you lost your mind," Nastya reproached herself for a stupid thought. "Yes, it's easier to go to the dean's office and tell the dean everything at once." Maybe call an ambulance? I remembered the terrible stories of fellow students who worked in the ambulance, about the blue, slinging in the back all sorts of rubbish and then causing the ambulance. She shuddered at the thought that she was now in their place. And then, what the doctors can do? that, having finished with unpleasant affairs, Nastya drank a tab etku dipyrone and fell asleep on the couch in the living room, curled up under a warm blanket.

The morning brought her new thoughts and new sensations. She had nightmares all night, but when she woke up, she forgot everything at once. Only a vague sense of mental and physical discomfort remains. At first she decided that this was due to a bad dream. Then she wondered why she was not sleeping in her bed. But when she took off the rug and saw herself underneath him in sexy lingerie and shoes, dark memories immediately overwhelmed her. However, in the bright sunlight, yesterday’s problems were not so frightening to her. The way out was, albeit difficult, and whether she could use it depended primarily on herself. First, she needs to eat - she has not eaten for almost a day. She rose from the couch - the pain in her legs was palpable, but tolerable. Breasts and crotch also made themselves felt, but all this could be tolerated. As it turned out, there were no unsolvable problems with natural needs. She needs to get the keys. To do this, she needs to get to the store. And she will do it as soon as she can.

She walked only half the way to the kitchen, as the devil's prindals reminded of themselves truly. At each step, the “instrument” caused a painfully pleasant contraction between the buttocks, the nipples of the breasts were fed painfully sweet impulses, the straps squeezed the ankles, and the collar - the neck. All this taken together again led her to the threshold of ecstasy. A wave of heat swept over her, her breasts heaved frequently and heavily, causing a feeling of distention in her nipples, and a damp spot between her legs swollen, her labia opened. Nastia had not yet managed to figure out what was happening, and her right hand had already reached for the lower abdomen and with a couple of decisive movements did the job - again an incredible feeling of pleasure, trembling and weakness in the legs, the eyelids closed themselves in languid bliss. The girl barely stayed on her feet, clutching the door jamb. And again, devastation, unwillingness to go anywhere and do something.Having almost crawled to the kitchen, Nastya sat for a while in a sweet daze, and then, as if recalling herself, began to cook herself a simple breakfast. Yeah, to get to the shop will be very difficult. And if this happens to her right on the street? And not once, but every twenty meters? Then,... Read more →