Sticky Hot Wrap Trap

Dia Zerva lies flat, mummified in layers of cling wrap. Clear straps pin her body to the board so she can’t twitch an inch. Cyd cuts neat holes through the plastic and finds her nipples and clit already straining. He fixes suction tubes to each one, pulls them hard, swells them bigger, makes them throb. Then hot wax hits the raw flesh, burns and sticks, sending a shock wave straight to her brain. When the wax cools he shoves a black rubber gas mask over her head. The seal bites tight to her skin. Every breath she takes is filtered through him. He lays his palm over the intake, cuts her air, listens to her gasp inside the mask while the rest of her stays sealed and helpless.