Staring into the mirror, up at the monitor, she again tries to force herself to move as a range of emotions flood her mind. Confused, mad, terrified, she struggles mentally and physically as the clamps jiggle off her aching nipples and clit, her arms hanging limply beside her relaxed thighs. Feeling a cold sensation against her left breast, quickly glancing toward the mirror, she sees the glistening skewer pricking against the outside globe of her left breast.

Jodis eyes dart back and forth, staring thru the confounded mask. Listening, her heart pounding, the chains jiggling, stretching from her nipples, her breasts jerking as she struggles to control her breathing, shes barely able to grasp how all of this is possible! She sees the clerk stepping in front of her, reaching up, gripping her left breast, holding it steady under the twitching chain. ;She does have a nice rack! Look how those

Feeling the head of the thick, hard dildo encompassing her stretching rectum walls, she squeezes, still presses her thighs frantically together. As she continues to slide ever so slowly down the shaft, the pain of her tortured breasts being manhandled, her ravaged clit stretching, become surreal, she doesnt want him to let go, to drop her. Just as she feels the tip of the huge round head of the dildo pressure her womb, her stilettos touch, scrap the floor.

Hearing the door close, the locks turned, Jodi lays flat on her back spread eagled across the bed, the silk scarf covering her eyes. Still feeling sporadic spasms, a fluttering heartbeat from her sexual encounter, shes finally found some sort of relief from the frustrating urges of not being allowed an orgasm. Just briefly, her thoughts are on whys she been so overwhelmed with the urge to cum. Catching her breath, she also realizes that for the first time since her

;Here; In the center of the floor; Kneel slave.; She hears him speak, drops immediately to the floor, stares straight ahead as he releases her nipple, steps toward the wall. ;Lets see; Something for those globes of yours; something for the nipples.; He softly speaks as he glances toward her chest, back toward the wall. Still staring, almost transfixed toward the multiple devices, she finds herself hoping for something the least painful, but what? ;Okay;.

The bucket of cold, murky water splashes across her naked body. Jolted into consciousness, jerking, twisting, she chokes, coughing as the water cascades down across her head, shoulders. The stench reeks in her flailing nostrils as she struggles for breath, the soaked rag still stuffed in her throat, her eyes burning, blurry. Her bound, naked body sways under the spread forks of the

Lifting, stretching the leather straps, Megans naked bodys hoisted painfully upward toward the pulley twisting from the ceiling, his body lifting with hers by his stretched testicles. Her head jerks back and forth, her bound, up stretched arms repeatedly arching backward, slamming forward, her frantic fingers scraping against the clanking chain. Struggling, groaning, her tautly bound breasts stretch up past her cheekbones, her areolas, nipples stretching tautly flat across her bulging mounds, the chain

Entering the airports rotunda, she immediately notices the hand printed sign with her name on it being held by a man in a typical pilots uniform standing close to the luggage area. As she approaches him while nodding toward the sign, another man steps in between. Thirty something, attractive yet strict looking with his jet black hair pulled tightly back, hes dressed in business type attire.

Lynn hears the words, excited, heart pounding, feeling a rush, glances toward the Dom. ;Okay!; The Dom directs, glancing back and forth between her pair of submissives. ;Start with a half dozen across her ass, then a couple each across her nipples, and lets see, round out the even dozen with a couple wherever you want between her legs!; ;Oh yes Mistress!; Lynn enthusiastically answers, stepping toward the podium, glaring toward the blondes pleading eyes, remembering her eagerness when the role was reversed a few

;You may start with her.; The voice from the monitor commands. She stares at the screen, the vision almost surreal through her blurry eyes, the robed man staring directly toward her, sinister, threatening. She can feel her heart pounding. She can also feel her arms, legs, they just dont work. Struggling, grunting, she feels just the tips of her fingers, toes barely