By .

“I’m gonna hook it onto something and then just break it open. Sounds simple. I think I even remember seeing something for the cause.”

She searched on the side of the adjacent wardrobe and — indeed — found a few large hooks for coats that she must have spotted with peripheral sight before imprisoning her head in the mask.

“Good old gravity should do. It’s way higher than I can reach though.” — Jen’s limited vision then swung to the left and found a wooden bench in the middle of the ring of wardrobes. — “Heureka!”

It was a bit uncomfortable to carry the bench with heels about six inches further from the ground than optimal, and she ultimately decided that that dragging it between her feet was easier than the alternatives.

Despite lack of hair, dedicated ventilation and cool air outside, Jen’s forehead was a little bit sweaty in the end. But the bench was in place now. The girl wanted to make sure she had enough height, so she stepped onto the bench without taking her shoes off. And still the edge of the mask was about an inch lower than the edge of the hook.

“Is this the Yeti’s hanger? About his height, about his life conditions.”

Jen had to be even more on tiptoe than she already was to proceed with her plan. When her heels left the bench, she felt very light. A slight tickle sparked through her penetrated vagina for some mysterious reason.

With just her toes on the wooden surface, she was able to guide the blunt hook between the mask’s edge and the back of her bald head.

The heels hit the bench again. The hook felt very unpleasant up there. The fit was just for her head without any alien objects. So Jen got to work and started to shift the weight from her feet to her head. She was pushing her whole body close against the wardrobe side to keep the angle adequate, distributing pressure evenly over her whole head and not just her neck or her chin.

The weight was not enough to break the hinge, at least not yet.

“Come on! Fucking hell, why would it be so durable? Alright, I’ll just hang onto you!”

Jen jumped from the bench, bending her legs and hitting the thick wooden side with her ass cheeks. This was the most glorious effort she could give, yet the mask was still as closed as before. Her face did not hurt from being squished into the shape as hard as ever. Instead, this amount of pressure felt... erotic.

*BANG*

Jen lowered her legs, but the bench was not there. She must have turned it to the side by accident while making the jump! The edge of the bench’s foot could be felt with the tip of her shoe, and this was what was left of the sturdy, trusty support she had seconds ago.

“No. Fuck, no!”

She needed to get off the hook, and now. She grabbed the adjacent hooks, but they were all faux ones, falling off and onto the floor. There was nothing that the girl could really grab to lift herself. She was stuck on this hook.

Jen threw away the caution and just swung her limbs in panic, but nothing helped. She screamed into the mask, but no sound left her squished lips. Her fingers reached the hinge. The seam did not even bend apart a slightest bit.

“I fucked up. I fucked up so hard. This was even more stupid than putting on that Japanese mask. Now my lower jaw is going to crack earlier than this dumb thing.”

“No, it won’t. You will enjoy this hang and this pressure on your face. And then you are going to be saved. By someone. Just accept that the outcome does not depend on you anymore.”