She came to her senses. The body ached, hands almost not felt. Raising her head, she found a mirror in front of her and did not immediately realize that she was seeing her own reflection. Her arms were pulled behind her back with her elbows, which made her pull out her chest forward. About the chest itself should be told separately, but for now her gaze has moved lower, to the waist, turned by a white silk corset into an hourglass above lush hips, on which bands from a whip glowed with a bright pink color. As she was beaten, she did not remember, and in general how she found herself in this strange place, she didn’t stick in her head. Natella. This is her name. For sure. My head was foggy. The lower abdomen was unbearable, and she let out a sob through a ball gag, from which a string of saliva was drawn and dripped directly onto the purple balls of the breasts, tied with construction plastic shells. They were tightened in two places - at the base, and a little further, making the breasts look like balls on plump sausages. Thick wooden knitting needles stuck out of the nipples with small knots of small balls, while the blued brown crust of the burner-burned skin around each of the nipples was burned out.

Between the legs, Nata stuck out two transparent fittings with tubes, through which lumpy mucus, resembling sperm in half with jelly, slowly moved. The first one came out of the vagina and was 6 centimeters thick, and apparently long, because she felt the same feelings as when her husband fucked her, sticking his penis so hard that he rested against the wall of the vagina. Now the tube was apparently so deep that the vagina stretched out almost to the ribs, the mucus coming in by jerks made the process even more painful, and then it was squeezed back along the walls of the vagina and dripped out. If Nata's legs were on the floor, she would be ankle-deep in this sticky stuff. But the legs were bent at the knees and tied with a cord, so that the heels touched the lush ass. White luxurious stockings with garters were cut in several places with a whip and flesh with blood-pink stripes on the tops of the hillocks protruded from elastic fabric.

She realized that she was hanging. Hanging on three thin chains that stretched from the intercepted rope to the tail of a disheveled wedding hairstyle, right on top of the remnants of a tattered veil, strapped behind the back of the elbows and a steel hook hidden somewhere in the anus, additionally stretched by a thick fitting with a supply of mucus. Waist was pulled down so that a man with long fingers could clasp her around. How could this be, Natella did not understand, because she was a rather magnificent girl and even a corset for weight loss never gave even close anything from this effect. The pain came from all sides, it was not possible to understand what hurts more, the insides squeezed by the corset, severely tied, pierced through the rough chest with wood, the stretched vagina, from where the mucus or the anus crumpled with a hook and second, more thick than the vagina, poured out The choke that fed the mucus inward - and from the ass, which is typical, almost did not drip.

With horror, Natella felt a warm, salty wave rising somewhere in her stomach, and gushed into her mouth, gagged. She vomited. It looks like pumping mucus in the ass was not in vain. She began to choke, the mucus rushed through her nose, her eyes filled with tears. Around the gag appeared pink foam creeping mucus. The gag somehow loosened the leather fastener bands and fell out of his mouth. The mucus gushed out with a gag. Somewhere liter, the second urge. A bit less. The filthy composition of what is not clear and the gastric juice, diluted with mucus, poured on the crap floor, dripped on the face, tormented breasts.The gagged-stretched corners of sharply contoured, full lips were stung. From shaking the body in a fit of vomiting, my arms twisted harder, my head hung over brown hair twitched. The very weight of the body, holding on to the hook in the anus, seemed to break the utterly stretched ass, if vomiting lasts even a minute. The fitting in his ass moved, diminishing in volume and slipped from the depths of Natella. He slipped the sticky warmth between his thighs and with a deaf "plop" fell to the floor. Stirred and the one that was in the vagina. Having become oval in cross section, stretching the vagina, it began to rotate, as if unscrewing from it, but at the same time trying to cause even more pain. With the last sniffing sprinkling the vagina outside with mucus, the choke rose up like a snake to her face and flooded it with sticky drips. Everything - eyes, nose, mouth, clogged with a lumpy, warm and salty abomination, closed up and stung. Nata screamed out a sob-cry, in half with vomiting with another portion of mucus, tried to shake her head to clear her face, which only caused the body to sway on chains and a wet veil that fell on her face covered her eyes.

The second stream of mucus under pressure made her cough, choking on the filth, which both poured from within herself and flooded outside. Then the flow stopped, the hose fell to the floor.

- Cleaning is complete. - Said erotic female voice.

- Cleaning? - flashed through Natella's head. - Is it called cleaning?

The hook in the ass with a smack straightened and slipped out of it. The rest of the chains dramatically weakened and she collapsed on the floor, in a thick layer of mucus covering the grooved rubber plates.

Trying to keep her head higher so that no mucus filled her mouth, Natella looked around. She was small in a dark room, with a high Gothic ceiling. Behind her was a black metal frame on which she hung, in front of her, a tall mirror in which she could see hanging chains, some kind of hoses and a reflection of a rusting steel door without a handle, but with some two handles on top of the lintel. The concrete walls were covered with a brilliant gray bloom and stains suspiciously reminiscent of dried blood.

It boomed. Small round hatches opened in the floor and began to force the air in with force. Slime. And Natella. A few hatches were right under her. Clinging to the skin covered with mucus, like octopus suckers, hatches sucked her thigh, backside, one hit on her chest and one on her shoulder. Covered with a five-centimeter hickey, she tried to deviate to save her left breast from vacuum bullying, but only aggravated sticking, hitting the other half of the ass on the air intake, and getting a few hickey on the ass. The mucus was drawn into the floor, the buzz stopped. Natella wept off the suckers in the floor with a cry. Now her body was decorated with a dozen powerful aspirations - burgundy-filled bruises, like after cans.

The door roared aside with a buzz. A gorgeous blonde, dressed in black latex, on high stiletto heels entered the room. The chest, supported by transparent latex, stood out a good twenty centimeters ahead. She had a fly swatter in her hand, with a rubber foot on the end and little scissors. The fact that at first Natella seemed scarlet lips turned out to be a small red gag, seductively looking between white teeth.

Kicking Natella with her legs and whipping her stack with a stack, the girl turned her onto her belly and cut the ropes on her arms and legs.

- Where I am? What are you doing with me ?! - tried to ask the victim, but received a biting blow right on the lips and a kick in the stomach, which turned her on his back. Femina stepped on the left chest of Natella with his heel, crushing the already purple ball of the chest. Then she stepped from one foot to the other, stepped on the right side of the wide part of the sole, and, like crushing a bull, twisted, scratching the delicate skin with a wet, rough sole, pressing the nipple into the flesh.

Despite the unleashed arms and legs, Natella did not feel them, as if they were alien rubber appendages that couldn’t do anything.Femina gave another couple of biting blows to the breasts, where new ones appeared, this time burgundy traces with a “whore” print, and squatted right on Nata's face, running her ass and vagina over her face, plugging her nose with a wet hole smelling surprisingly nice some kind of unknown spice. Dexterous hands in black rubber pulled on her nipples, small scissors poddelkami plastic ties, ruthlessly ...