Girl next door is bound in basement, her back pulled to the breaking point, can she keep conscious?

Tiffany Tyler is back, her thin frame stretched to its limit on the basement floor. A cruel rope ladder pins her arms and ankles together behind her, pulling her spine into a merciless arch. One more coil loops her throat to the same point, so every twitch threatens to cut her breath. Her jaw is wedged open by a fat red ball gag, drool already sliding down her chin onto the concrete. She strains, thighs quivering, trying to ease the pressure on her windpipe while sweat beads on her skin. Vibrators are taped tight to her clit and nipples. The first orgasm hits hard, back arching even sharper, the neck rope biting in deeper. She gasps, sucks air, then another wave rolls through her. Each climax weakens her grip on consciousness, turning the slow choke into something inevitable. Her vision tunnels. Her muscles shake. Darkness creeps closer with every stolen breath.