Natalia
Fresh on her 21st birthday Natalia is sitting in a chair at The Attic. JR is questioning her about her sexual experiences. She looks nervous and pretty. Her fuzzy sweater covers her white outfit underneath. The skirt she has on shows her legs and thighs. JR ask when was the first time she ever had sex. After she tells him he wants to know if she swallows. What her favorite sexual position is. What she thinks about when she masturbates. The frequency of it. What she uses when she goes there. But once he finds out it is her birthday he approaches her with a thick, wide leather collar and a handful of rope. 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 choking 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 girls 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. After cutting Natalia down JR strips her naked down to her socks and ties her wrists and elbows behind her back. Still wearing the tight leather collar he brings her long auburn hair up to a pony tail on the top of her head. Tying a rope to that he feeds it through a series of pulleys that connect to a heavy bowling ball hanging in air behind her. It pulls her hair violently without ever letting any slack out. No matter how she moves her head the weight of that bowling ball is always forefront. He has her kneeling in front of Luther. When she tries to place his shaft in her mouth she is forced to pull the bowling ball higher in order to lower her head at the same level as his member. She takes him down to three inches with ease. Then she begins to face fuck him. Each stroke of his shaft with her head causes the bowling ball to rise and lower behind her. The tension in her hair, the way it pulls at her face, the way she has to struggle just to suck this dead cock humiliates her. Her head looks like it is simply perched atop her shoulders with the wide leather collar circling her neck and choking her. She gags and a wad of slobber falls from her mouth and hits the floor audibly. It seems she can only get it down to three inches, the whole shaft filling her face hole. It seems blocked by the back of her throat no matter how hard she falls onto it. Her eyes are swelling now and tears are beginning to pool in the corners. Her face is red and she has to work hard at everything she is doing with the weight pulling her hair from directly on top. She face fucks Luther as though it were the serious business that it is, occasionally choking on it while dropping wads of spit in long streams down to the floor. At times she stops and pulls off to gasp for air, the tension and strain to her face evident. Tears are now streaming down both cheeks. She loses his cock momentarily and finds herself required to pull her skull back down to his level once again; pulling her heavy weight higher into the air. She takes him in deep once more and then shakes her head, her face hole back and forth as though she were trying to muster just a few more centimeters of depth from her wet, slobbery hole. There is nothing fun about it. Sucking this giant cock with a bowling ball hanging from the top of your head is work. Effort. It makes her lose her composure, her fine features, her dignity. She is exhausted. Thick mucus-like fluid falls from every hole in her face as JR gets up and screams at her to take it down to depth and hold it there. To hold it there and tell us it is your birthday. That you wish Luther could come in your mouth so you could swallow it. How much you like sucking cock. She just wants this to be over. To get off her knees and get this dead cock out of her mouth. Natalia is now sitting on the floor naked, back against a wooden post. She is on her butt with her legs folded onto themselves with black leather belts and jutting to each side. Her crotch can be clearly seen and it is obvious some clear electrical device is strapped over her pussy. Her arms have been brought behind her and up forcing her upper back away from the post. He has tied her arms into an immobile position to the post. Her neck has been wrapped with rope and tied back to the post as well. If she tries to lean forward at all she will choke herself. She has already been there awhile when we find her. Face red and swollen again. She keeps opening and closing one hand as though it were causing her increasing discomfort. Her demeanor is of one who is used to male attention but doesn't really want it --at least not the type of attention usually brought on by men. A certain shyness to it, an awareness of her situation. Her eyes are getting glassy as JR picks up a single tail whip and starts in on her torso and breasts. She can't move an inch. She can only sit there, immobile and watch as he gears up for each strike to her flesh. When the end of the whip catches her breasts and wraps around underneath she finds it especially painful. At times all she can do is open her mouth wide and exhale the pain away. She looks down at her breasts between strikes, quickly, to see the marks that are burning through her skin. Then the next one catches her right across the left breast and sends her reeling into a searing hot pain. She stares up at the ceiling and her face goes through a series of emotions that suggest she may just lose it before she finds a way to check it. JR picks up the nipple clamps that have been lying just in front of her and clamps one down onto the nipple of the breast she just had whipped. When it locks down onto it she reels in pain, it paralyzes her mentally and physically. Unable to move she can only hold her mouth agape and breathe through it once the barnyard-like sounds that burst forth from her face hole have subsided. When the other goes on she screams slightly and simply stares at it. JR leaves momentarily and returns with a pair of leads for the electrical device that covers her pussy. He hooks them to it and starts cranking up the power. She almost immediately reacts. Suddenly a constant, halting sound comes forth from her mouth. Then she bites at her lower lip as she begins to internalize the current coursing through her cunt. At one point the pain becomes so extreme she tries to lift herself from the floor with a shrieking scream streaming out her face hole. And it doesn't stop. Her mouth is straining it is open so wide with a scream that seems like it will never subside. Her face shows features we haven't seen thus far. She is no longer in control of herself. She isn't in check. It isn't just her mouth that is straining now but the whole of her body. JR walks in behind her and shoves a nose hook into her nostrils and pulls her head violently back and up. He ties the cord attached to it high above her making her head stay in a taxing, strained position. Her face is distorted now, she looks like a pig. A pig in pain. She seems to not like how it makes her lower lip fall down and her upper lip expose her gums and teeth in a freakish manner. She tries to bring her lower lip up and close her mouth to regain some semblance of a human nature but it is too much effort. Her make-up is smeared and her eyes are red and slight. She looks like she has been crying all night long and she doesn't have the same composure has before. She is breaking, becoming raw now, we are starting to see who she really is under that tight set of rules she lives by. When she sees JR has the Hitachi in his hands and headed her way she begins to cry and shake her head no. She doesn't want it. She knows he is going to place it right over that electrical pad sitting atop her pussy. When it hits her her mouth falls open wide with a thick cord of slobber reaching from the back of her upper lip down to the back of her lower lip --her entire countenance changes. Little does she know, it isn't about to stop there... When we find Natalia next she is in the old out building naked save for her socks and a pair of stilettos that are half a size to small for her 6.5 size feet. JR has her in a box tie and ball gagged. Her ever present leather collar still cinched tightly around her neck. She can barely breathe and the ball gag offers no help. A hoist hook has been inserted into her box tie and raised until she is barely standing on her toes. The room is freezing cold and she has begun to shake as a result. She teeters around on her heels and we can see her ass cheeks are deeply bruised from the birthday spanking she received earlier. The cold of the room is starting to get to her and she increasingly quivers, her whole body becoming out of her control with spasms. If she weren't ball gagged her teeth would be chattering. JR pulls a clear bag over her head and ties it off around her neck to seal it. She is immediately freaked out. She has sound constantly coming out of her laden with fear and panic. Within moments of the bag collapsing around her face she loses control. She starts to jump up and down and swing her body back and forth. Her panic builds as evidenced by the rapidity of sound coming from her face hole, building to a crescendo. She starts to flail her digits and her eyes are filled with fright and moisture. JR removes the bag and calms her. She had told him earlier that she doesn't really like to be gagged, and now she can be seen drooling all around it with long streams of thick slobber breaking off and running down her chest. She seems to be working it in her mouth in an effort to find a better spot for it. She is crying now as JR pulls one leg up at the ankle and ties it off high above her. She dances a bit trying to gain some balance. After a few moments, though, she gives up and falls into the rope supporting her. JR is going to make sure the cold is the least of her worries...
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