She caressed my face through the fogged-up plastic bag. "Hush now, little one…"

I moaned and drooled on the cute pink ball-gag between my lips. The plastic bag sucked in and out.

She turned the crank, stretching my naked, small body tighter on the rack.

"Should I dislocate your shoulders?"

I shook my head, wide-eyed.

"No?"

She turned the crank a little more. I peed into the catheter.

Then the woman bent, pressed her cleavage into my arm, kissed my cheek, and whispered "Or should I rip you in half?" Another sweet kiss. "You would still suffocate…"

I squirmed and cried.