BROKEN BREATH
Sybil endures the ultimate in objectification as her body’s vanquished by the devices in which she’s embedded. Sybil disappears. A new creature emerges. She’s strapped to a chair, her breasts ballooned. She can make small movements. Nothing useful. A cattle prod shocks her awake. Then he buzzes her clit with a vibrator. But she squirms away – her pussy hurts. A latex hood forms to her face and neck. Now she could be anyone. Or no one. A gag goes in her mouth. We see only her eyes, so lush now, so alive, and surrounded by rubber. He tortures her, brutal with the cattle prod. She goes berserk with her terror of it. He zips another layer of latex over her face, restricting her breath. Now he has everything. All of her. Inside the layers of latex and the straps, we see a body that looks reminiscent of a girl. But that’s all. For herself, nothing remains. As the shoot proceeds, he forces her body to conform more and more to the structures he imposes upon her – rigid frames that trap the body. Horrid sounds of terror come out of her mouth as he shocks her. Then he forces yet another orgasm out of her, and another. It’s not her body anymore. It belongs to him. Even her orgasms come with pain.
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