Oxygen

** Oxygen ** Since her last shoot, Ariel X managed to find a new friend who beats up her during sex. She's rather pleased and she smiles when she talks about it. When I buckle a leather control collar around her neck she begins to fidget and twist her head. She is getting nervous and I like it. Her breathing has become heavy by the time I have finished strapping her in and slide the gas mask onto her face. I lay down on my stomach as I approach with the cattle prod set on high. With the mask on, she can't see where I'm going to strike. The shocks come out of nowhere and the unexpected searing pain makes her jump and gasp for air only to to find there is none to be had with my palm pressing sealing off the intake hose. The mask is pressed against her face, and she can only pull it tighter. Her lungs burn, trying desperately to breathe, but they are ineffective. Her neck bulges like a sausage trapped in the leather collar. Fear is in her eyes now and sweat begins to bead on her skin. I keep shocking her and sealing off her air. I look down at her wide eyes through the holes in the mask and for a moment I imagine I'm not going to let go, I'm going to let her gasp and flop like a fish in the sand until she goes quiet. She stares back at me through the glass and for a split second I'm sure she can tell what I'm thinking. After removing my hand from the hose, I shock her in the area that is the most sensitive. Her chest is heaving as she thrashes on the ground, sucking air. Another moment to enjoy her helplessness, and then I bury a vibrator in her cunt and strap it in. Now, the screams from her prod have turned into moans. Her sharp shallow breaths become deep and ragged as she builds up to climax. The terrified expression has gone, and her gaze is now relaxed. Her eyes are glazed and she is far away.