You decided it is time for a nice wank session so you open up the trunk containing your snuff collection. You dig around and finally decide upon one you haven't seen before.
Bound to Blow. The cover has 3 headshots of a girl with a red tied-back ponytail with a big red ballgag. The terror in the girls eyes seemed quite genuine. The 3 shots are differentiated by the number displayed on the collar device wrapped around the girls neck. The LED reads "3", "2", and "1" in the shots. The shot on the bottom with the LED reading "1" intrigues you. You doubt the payoff scene will ever have that LED reach "0".
You flip the DVD case to the backside to
My girlfriend, Becca, woke up in a strange position. Sitting upright in her computer chair , hands and legs cuffed to the chair, with a midsection covered in duct tape. And explosives. Red tubes of dynamite taped to every limb. Thick chunks of semtex lying under the duct tape around her waist. A large electronic device with an LED timer near where her belly button would be. Dynamite tightly wrapped around her tits.
"So, Becca. I never told you this before, but I have always thought you would look super sexy as a damsel in distress. Rigged with explosives about to blow. Yeah...soooooo!"
I picked up a large red ball-gag with a black leather s
I came back to consciousness. I don't remember much. I don't remember where I am. I don't remember how I got here. It is a dark room. My jaw is sore. I glance down and can see the bright red ballgag I am sucking on. Oh fuck.
I am sitting on my knees and my arms are bound behind my back. Cuffed. My legs are attached to a spreader bar. I seem to be bound around some sort of thick metal pole. This is bad.
"How wonderful of you to join us Jessica!" said a tall shadowy female form approaching from a dark corner of the room. She was covered head to toe is a tight black leather catsuit and hood. This is very bad.
"I am sure you have many question