The truth is revealed!

Christy can't take it.
He keeps fucking her.
She keeps cumming.

Finally, the Stalker takes an unseen (by Christy) cue and takes her blindfold off.

Right before she cums, she sees something on the wall she's facing...

The picture on the wall....

It's Tara Swift!

This is her Yacht!

She cums again and then feels a sharp pain in her ass.

She passes out.

Christy wakes up some time later and things feel different.

Her ankles and thighs are locked in lather straps.
A fetish version of a straitjacket is on her body, locking her arms in place.
An o-ring gag is in her mouth.

She struggles as she hears the door open.

"You look lovely," a voice says.
A tall blond puts her arms around Christy as she sits upright.

"Surprised to see me?"
Christy tries to talk through the gag.

Tara pulls on the strap running over her crotch, shutting her up.

"Now then..."