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The clamps are tighter than usual. One of Her friends brought then - to see whether I could "take it". I can't. Already I'm moaning into the gag, my body shivering uncontrollably. Making the heavy breast meat swing, yanking on the fucking clamps.
Somewhere up behind me, the hands claw at nothing above the simple turns of old hemp that bind my wrists and haul them up out of the way, wrenching my shoulders.
The legs, pulled apart and strapped to the rings in the floor, aren't shaking yet, but it's a strain to stand like this, and they will. Making my little ass shake and dance and contort for them.
Nothing has been done - yet - to the asscunt.
The gag - something another of Her GFs brought - is a big ball with a difference: a short dildo that fills my throat while the ball spreads my mouth so wide the lips are stretched into a big O. Strapped in tight with the wide leather strap that crushes my face.
Someone touches the shock button - just for a second - and my body lunges back before I even feel the current burning my titties. Tears squirt out of my eyes as I howl pathetically into the gag.
I can't possibly stand it.
But I know that very soon I'm going to be just a fear-crazed animal, my body plunging and writhing in a useless attempt to break free, the shocks going on for minute after minute after minute until I'm broken into a squealing mass of piggy flesh.
The clamps are tighter than usual. One of Her friends brought then - to see whether I could "take it". I can't. Already I'm moaning into the gag, my body shivering uncontrollably. Making the heavy breast meat swing, yanking on the fucking clamps.
Somewhere up behind me, the hands claw at nothing above the simple turns of old hemp that bind my wrists and haul them up out of the way, wrenching my shoulders.
The legs, pulled apart and strapped to the rings in the floor, aren't shaking yet, but it's a strain to stand like this, and they will. Making my little ass shake and dance and contort for them.
Nothing has been done - yet - to the asscunt.
The gag - something another of Her GFs brought - is a big ball with a difference: a short dildo that fills my throat while the ball spreads my mouth so wide the lips are stretched into a big O. Strapped in tight with the wide leather strap that crushes my face.
Someone touches the shock button - just for a second - and my body lunges back before I even feel the current burning my titties. Tears squirt out of my eyes as I howl pathetically into the gag.
I can't possibly stand it.
But I know that very soon I'm going to be just a fear-crazed animal, my body plunging and writhing in a useless attempt to break free, the shocks going on for minute after minute after minute until I'm broken into a squealing mass of piggy flesh.
And ready for whatever comes next.
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