The clear plastic head harness is buckled on brutally tight, ensuring Jandi’s screams won’t get loud enough to irritate me. She tries to brace herself for the hard spanking and whipping she knows is coming her way in just a few seconds, but she can’t find a position that offers any comfort. The steel bar she has been standing on is digging into the arch of her foot and the gag feels like it’s cutting into her face. She starts to sweat, wondering how long she will be made to endure it. 5 minutes? 10? 30? 50? The situation is already unbearable as it is and I haven’t even started to hurt her for real.
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