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“Nnphph nmmn phn mnfm n mnphphmm” Emily reached with her arms. The further she stretched, the more the barrel top bit into her lower back. Yeowch! She willed her arms to go farther, she asked more of her body, right down the straining tips of her pink fingers. She was almost there. She had to be! But it was getting more difficult to tell. The pressure in her skull was becoming unbearable. Emily knew she was groaning and grunting with pained exertion, but somehow, it all sounded like it was passing through syrup. The blood pressure in her ears made everything feel far away. She began to feel woozy, light headed.

The girl knew she was upside down, but she began to believe that perhaps the room was changing orientation. Perhaps it was a cube that was rolling to a new side? If so, I’d better compensate for the change, she told herself. What a ridiculous thought! Still, her understanding of reality and her sensation of perception appeared to be at odds.

Emily had faced the nefarious effects of chloroform before, choked on its frightening and fast working fumes while it robbed her of agency. But this was the first time she felt the disorientingly dizzy pounding pressure of chemicals coming from within her own body! It was all very confusing. But the amateur detective’s blood saturated head believed the lie. The room was definitely rotating. Just---slip---down---off---of…

CRACK!

The sound of the brunette’s skull, bouncing off the grimy tiled floor. Turns out, the room was not turning. Emily exchanged the sharp pain in her back for a direct collision head on. Stars immediately exploded before her shocked and delirious green eyes.

“Mmmmmnnnnnhhhhh!” she moaned pathetically into her dirty gag. Instinctively she tried to reach and sooth the area of her skull that had smacked into tiles which were only masking an immovable concrete floor underneath. But the infuriating bondage pinning her wrists together made the motion confusing and difficult. Her body contorted and scratched along the floor as she adopted a light fetal position, desperate to alleviate the anguish she felt. Her trim stocking clad ankles were maddeningly inseparable. More confounding bindings biting into her reddened skin. Emily’s flats scratched against the floor as she feebly wagged her feet, futilely fighting for freedom from her ankle bonds. The disoriented struggles achieved her further rope burns, a growing community of pulls in her sheer black nylons (leaving them a scandalous sight), and a skirt that could no longer be bothered to provide even a modicum of modesty for her control top pantyhose.

Emily was also sickeningly aware of the putrid smell from something staining the floor, assaulting her tender nostrils as her face stickily rocked back and forth in it. All of this while she tried to make sense of the tower of blocks that had just been toppled over and scattered across her brain. It was too much. She felt the distant urgency of a need to stop Tommy from whatever scheme he was up to, but her head was pounding. Velvety blackness was coming at her from all sides. She wanted to remain coherent, but it was impossible to watch all sides at once. Sooner or later her back would be turned and...

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Here is part 9 of my brand new story. Emily gives it her all (as girl detectives do!) but some tasks are just too much for a junior detective. And with all this upside down business, the only mystery she was solving was how much blood does it take to flood a girl's brain before she feels REALLY disoriented! Watch out, Emily! You could end up with a nasty bump on your head! Ewwww, what's that on the floor???

Hope everyone enjoys, and as always, thanks for the support!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)

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“Nnphph nmmn phn mnfm n mnphphmm” Emily reached with her arms. The further she stretched, the more the barrel top bit into her lower back. Yeowch! She willed her arms to go farther, she asked more of her body, right down the straining tips of her pink fingers. She was almost there. She had to be! But it was getting more difficult to tell. The pressure in her skull was becoming unbearable. Emily knew she was groaning and grunting with pained exertion, but somehow, it all sounded like it was passing through syrup. The blood pressure in her ears made everything feel far away. She began to feel woozy, light headed.

The girl knew she was upside down, but she began to believe that perhaps the room was changing orientation. Perhaps it was a cube that was rolling to a new side? If so, I’d better compensate for the change, she told herself. What a ridiculous thought! Still, her understanding of reality and her sensation of perception appeared to be at odds.

Emily had faced the nefarious effects of chloroform before, choked on its frightening and fast working fumes while it robbed her of agency. But this was the first time she felt the disorientingly dizzy pounding pressure of chemicals coming from within her own body! It was all very confusing. But the amateur detective’s blood saturated head believed the lie. The room was definitely rotating. Just---slip---down---off---of…

CRACK!

The sound of the brunette’s skull, bouncing off the grimy tiled floor. Turns out, the room was not turning. Emily exchanged the sharp pain in her back for a direct collision head on. Stars immediately exploded before her shocked and delirious green eyes.

“Mmmmmnnnnnhhhhh!” she moaned pathetically into her dirty gag. Instinctively she tried to reach and sooth the area of her skull that had smacked into tiles which were only masking an immovable concrete floor underneath. But the infuriating bondage pinning her wrists together made the motion confusing and difficult. Her body contorted and scratched along the floor as she adopted a light fetal position, desperate to alleviate the anguish she felt. Her trim stocking clad ankles were maddeningly inseparable. More confounding bindings biting into her reddened skin. Emily’s flats scratched against the floor as she feebly wagged her feet, futilely fighting for freedom from her ankle bonds. The disoriented struggles achieved her further rope burns, a growing community of pulls in her sheer black nylons (leaving them a scandalous sight), and a skirt that could no longer be bothered to provide even a modicum of modesty for her control top pantyhose.

Emily was also sickeningly aware of the putrid smell from something staining the floor, assaulting her tender nostrils as her face stickily rocked back and forth in it. All of this while she tried to make sense of the tower of blocks that had just been toppled over and scattered across her brain. It was too much. She felt the distant urgency of a need to stop Tommy from whatever scheme he was up to, but her head was pounding. Velvety blackness was coming at her from all sides. She wanted to remain coherent, but it was impossible to watch all sides at once. Sooner or later her back would be turned and...

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Here is part 9 of my brand new story. Emily gives it her all (as girl detectives do!) but some tasks are just too much for a junior detective. And with all this upside down business, the only mystery she was solving was how much blood does it take to flood a girl's brain before she feels REALLY disoriented! Watch out, Emily! You could end up with a nasty bump on your head! Ewwww, what's that on the floor???

Hope everyone enjoys, and as always, thanks for the support!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)