Type the address and a plee for help.

Cara knew that this could be her chance to escape from the choker, but it was a long shot. She started to type into the chat box.

"Hi! My name is Cara, and I live at 819 Elm Street in Cedar Falls, California."

The voice of the choker responded "Good, keep going. Invite them aaaaallll over to have a little party."

Cara then typed in her second line.

"PLEASE HELP ME I AM DANGER!" and quickly hit enter. The choker erupted in anger,

"You fucking bitch! How dare you defy me. I was going on you easy before, but if you are just going to be that resistant, I might as well ruin you now." Cara felt her arms quickly swing behind her back, the invisible shackings rebinding her. A similar jolt to her legs caused her to fall from the chair.

"You have no idea what sort of mistake you just made." Once again, the terrible **** erupted inside Cara's pants, but with much greater strength than before. Within a minute Cara was orgasming, her spasms causing her to flail around the ground uncontrollably.

"Ahhh... Ahhhh!" Despite the pain of being **** by phantom dildos, Cara none the less had repeated orgasms. Her yells were soon muffled, though, by the reapperance of the muzzle around her mouth.

And so, there lied Cara, moaning with her mouth **** shut, arms and legs stuck behind her back, flailing around in orgasmic pleasure, with her pants soaked with love juices. It was in that condition that the Cedar Falls Police Department found her.