Breathe frantically

Stacy presses her crotch down into your chin, preventing you from getting any significant oxygen through your mouth. Your hands are tied, both literally and figuratively - you have no way to get the air you need except breathing through your nose, which sense Stacy's scent directly into your sensitive nostrils.

Stacy revels in the nausea you're inevitably experiences, and begins rubbing her sweaty crotch in your face.{if@ images > 2}

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You begin to panic further, which makes you almost involuntarily shake your legs. This turns out to be a horrible idea, as your toes pull sharply on your labia, sending further waves of pain flowing through your poor tortured genitals.

-20% Dimension Satisfaction

And then... it's over as quickly as it begun. Stacy stands up, leaving you reeling, tears flowing down your face.

"I hope it smelled like you hoped." Stacy says snidely, before leaving the room without even looking at you in the eyes.

Her boyfriend releases the clamp, and then your binds, and silently tosses you your clothes. As soon as you're dressed, he wordlessly escorts you to his front door.

The energy of your treatment is clear - justice has been served, and now they never want to see you again.

+15% Forgiveness