Keirsten had asked her sister for help in making you admit that you love her feet. You didn't even know another girl was in the house at this time, just like they had planned. You glanced at Keirsten who's pink top revealed quite a bit of sexy cleavage. She grinned at you and suddenly a bag was over your head. The plastic bag was wrapped tight around your head and you immediately tried to breathe but the bag clung to your face.
Keirsten quickly straddled you and grabbed your hands. You were a guy so you were stronger, you freed your hands and tried to grab at the bag but she flung her body on one arm. It was pinned but you still had the other arm to try to rip the bag off however whoever was holding it in place has leverage, then it got worse as Keirsten used her legs to grab your other arm. You were sitting on the couch with Keirsten laying sideways on top of you, both arms holding one of your arms and her legs scissoring your other arm.
You gasped for air and felt the bag tighten around your face, it wasn't oxygen but your own recycled CO2. You yell, "Get off of me, I can't breathe!"
Keirsten laughs, "Don't worry - we aren't going to kill you, we just need to get you nice and tied up!"
You struggle to breath, your lungs are on fire. "Nooo please, I could die."
You hear the female voice from above you, the person who has the iron grip on the bag, "Don't be such a wimp, people pass out all the time..."
Your struggles grow frantic as the recycled air does nothing to appease the liquid fire scorching your chest. With a final terrified shudder your body grows still and limp.
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