"From that last performance," he went on, "I'd say her tits are more sensitive than most girls- that's good, it seems a waste to sell my toys to some big-chested woman who can't feel anything but pain."

"She's pretty sensitive, alright," confirmed Mandy. For the first time since they had entered the shop she grinned just slightly at Jason, who grinned back. He knew very well how sensitive Flora was, but he also knew that Mandy too, could be aroused to a frenzy by breast-play. He wondered how Mandy would react if he told the man, then thought better of it.

"Now then," continued Hatchet, "just attach the pump, and have at it." He had a more aggressive pump this time, the sort of thing used on those bogus penis enlargers', sold in novelty stores. As he stroked it, Flora's right tit swelled visibly as the skin was sucked into the partial vacuum. Flora moaned very softly, but stopped at a sharp glance from Mandy. It was obvious from Flora's expression of barely concealed smugness that she was enjoying the sensation. Hatchet repeated the procedure with her other breast. Eventually, both breasts were squeezed out to fill their cups completely, pressing up tightly against the clear plastic, and forcing them into the same bullet shape as the cups. Her nipples could be seen trying to swell out into the smaller cups at the tips of the cups.

Jason glanced at Flora's face. Her faint smile was gone, replaced with a faint expression of concern. Her mouth was open, and as he watched, the pink tip of her tongue showed enough to lick her lips once, twice.

"This is where it gets interesting," added Hatchet. "Watch her nipples." He continued pumping and as he did, Flora's nipple swelled even further, the areola stretching, until it had swelled to the size of a finger and filled the nipple cup. In very short order, he had the other teat pumped out as well. Flora was breathing quite deeply again, and was obviously in some discomfort, although if Jason had to guess, he would have bet money that she wouldn't want it to stop.

"There!" exclaimed Hatchet, "A work of art. I should add, that if you leave them on on too long, you'll get some slight hemorrhaging around the nipples, although a little won't hurt her. And if you pump 'em up this much very often, they'll actually increase the size of her nipples over time. Personally, I consider that a feature, not a bug." He chuckled.

Mandy walked around Flora, whose frontage now had the appearance of a 1954 Cadilac, if Cadilac bullet bumpers had been made of clear acrylic tightly filled with swollen breasts. She looked at the price tag hanging from one strap.

"Why so much?" she asked, nonplused.

Hatchet shrugged. "Believe it or not," he said, "they are more labor- intensive than the inflatables. I have to cast the acrylic by hand."

"Hmm. Okay, we'll take this one too."

Hatchet smiled. "Hey, if you guys are going to buy out everything I brought today, I'm going to close up and do some shopping myself." Jason doubted he would be closing, since the walls of the booth were still festooned with gadgetry and clothing articles.

Mandy ignored his comment for the moment and instead deflated' Flora's tits. This time, Flora's look of relief seemed genuine. "What else have you got?" Mandy inquired, unstrapping the bullet bra from her slave.

"Well, your usual breast-vices and clamps, nipple clamps. Oh hell, I almost forgot." He pulled down yet another brassiere-shaped contrivance from a hook. I don't get much call for these, since not everyone is pierced."

What he held up looked less like a foundation garment for humans than one for robots. There were two recognizable breast cups, formed from chrome-plated, curved metal rods, and like the acrylic pump-up bra, these had extra space over the nipples. But there the similarity ended. At the bottom front of each cup was a small chrome-plated device, like a motor, from which wire leads hung. The whole exotic framework was supported in a beautifully-worked black leather harness. "This one was custom- they don't all look as fancy. The buyers moved though, and I've never heard from them since. I call it the Tit-ilator. It looked so fancy after the chrome job I had to give it a name." Mandy gave Jason a long-suffering look, to which Jason grinned. "If you have some plain beaded rings for her tits," added Hatchet, "we can get started."

It turned out that the rest of Flora's piercing jewelry was in the room, so Jason was dispatched to fetch it, while Mandy and Hatchet chatted about tit-bondage, nipple-torture, and slaves in general. Jason was back in less than ten minutes, apparently as eager as Mandy to see the fancy mechanism put to work on Flora's long-suffering breasts.

Once Mandy had put the rings through, she helped Hatchet strap the gadget onto Flora. Jason saw that the spacing of the rods forming the cups was closer together on the bottom than the top, and that they actually supported Flora fairly well.

"Now then," said Hatchet, "these little cranks are attached to the gear motors, and the position of these sliders on the cranks are set by little set-screws, see? The sliders have o-rings, kind of like heavy-duty rubber bands, with hooks on 'em. What you do is, you rotate the crank around like this, until it points away from the nip." He held up a small control box which he plugged the motor leads into. "You need the speed turned all the way down." Next he reached his fingers between the bars of one cup and snagged Flora's nipple ring. "Now, pull the nipple out until you can get it over the hook. then pull the slider out until she can't stand it."

Jason peered around Flora to watch. As Hatchet pulled on the tiny slider, the o-ring/rubber-band came taught, then stretched slightly, while Flora groaned. He stared at the amazing gadget as Hatchet repeated the procedure with the other nipple. Once again, Flora's eyes were closed, and she had begun to breath heavily.

"Now then," Hatchet continued, "this knob sets the speed, and here's the on-off switch." He handed the control box to Mandy. "If you'll do the honors?"

Mandy switched it on, and immediately, the tiny gearmotors turned, rotating their cranks, alternately tugging and releasing Flora's nipple rings. Flora moaned again, louder. Mandy shut off the box. It had not escaped Jason's attention that she left the speed set at minimum.

-=O=-

By the time they left Hatchet's stall, Flora had regained her composure, and was chatting merrily away.

"Oh God, Mandy, I can't wait to try these out some more- they're wonderful! Except. well. what worries me is that they can all pretty much be overdone, you know? I mean, when he pumped out that bullet bra, I thought he'd be milking blood- it was really starting to hurt! God, my nipples are so sensitive now, I wish I still had one on! At least then, my jacket wouldn't be rubbing and driving me nuts," and on and on in a continuous stream until Mandy wheeled about and put her finger to Flora's lips. She smiled thinly.

"Flora. Dear. You are driving ME nuts. Kindly shut up. Or would you like me to start shopping for a pair of tongue stocks?" Flora silenced.

Jason chuckled to himself, but checked it at a sharp glance from Mandy.