Vacuum Sack Breath Control

First time meeting Lita. First time playing with her too. I slide her thick curves into the new red rubber sack and hit the vacuum. The latex clings tight. Every swell of her hips, every curve of her belly shows through. I strap the gas mask over her face and connect the hose to the ventilator. Now she breathes on its rhythm. She locks in quick. Down to ten. Then nine. Eight. Seven. Each pull of air slower, heavier, hers no longer.