Jim Hunter drags me into the garage to try out one of his predicament torments. Naturally I try to fight him off, but I'm no match for his brute strength. He has my elbows slammed together and brutally bound ala typical nefarious Hunter style. Immediately he shoves a black ballgag into my mouth. He's rigged it up with leather strings and it cuts into the sides of my mouth. I kick his feet and body slam into him while he cinches my wrists together and puts me into a strappado. My legs are still free and I swing back and forth unable to do much with my arms jammed together and jacked up too hig...

Jim Hunter drags me into the garage to try out one of his predicament torments. Naturally I try to fight him off, but I'm no match for his brute strength. He has my elbows slammed together and brutally bound ala typical nefarious Hunter style. Immediately he shoves a black ballgag into my mouth. He's rigged it up with leather strings and it cuts into the sides of my mouth. I kick his feet and body slam into him while he cinches my wrists together and puts me into a strappado. My legs are still free and I swing back and forth unable to do much with my arms jammed together and jacked up too high for comfort. He tires of my kicks and ropes up my ankles so that my body sways back and forth trying to maintain some balance in this uncomfortable notorious Hunter position. I curse him beneath the ball while he unbuttons my silk blouse exposing my cute little tits. I feel the fucker grab my hair and pull it tightly back. He weaves leather strings into my thick brunette locks and pulls my head all the way back my neck and head all the way up. The Hunter applies a clothing hanger to my sensitive nipples squeezing them until I yelp out in pain. I realize I am totally fucked when he begins to whistle nonchalantly. I slowly manage to twist my body to see what he is doing and my eyes widen in fear when I catch the bastard attaching a full paint can to a chain tied off to my poor hurting nipples. It only gets worse when he unties the leather holding the ball into my mouth, reverses the strings to the front of my mouth and ties them off to the paint can. He adds a heavy piece of concrete to weight down the paint can even more. Don't let that ball out of your mouth Gi he taunts me mercilessly. The drool is pouring out of my lips and every drop makes the ball more slippery inside my mouth. I scream and plead as I know my grip is tenuous and my mouth begins to tire. I suck my cheeks in and out desperately trying to keep the ball lodged inside my open jaw. I scream in agony as the ball escapes my mouth for the first time. The pain in my nipples shoots through my entire body. I knew I was doomed ... yes this was very very mean ... the more I drooled, the wetter the ballgag became. the wetter the ballgag became, the more difficult to hold the large black ball in my mouth. the minute the ball popped out of my mouth, my nipples would be pulled, yanked and jacked to the max!!!!!!!! How long can I sustain this terrifying predicament??? How many times must I endure this painful punishment until that dreaded ball POPS OUT AGAIN?