through the two holes in the steel. I love her breasts.
I was going to love hurting them, too.
“Turn your head to the side, so you’re facing right. There’s a hidden camera, so I can see your face.”
She turned her head and I rubbed her left breast with my right hand. “Good kitty.”
I engaged the metal arm between the holes. It was folded up, flat with the metal, and I pulled it down so it stuck out between her breasts. Another horizontal piece rotated out, and a brutal clamp was attached to each end via chains. Once the clamps were on her nipples, I could tighten the chains and stretch her boobs out until they were distended into pointy cones. I’d already put her wrists and ankles into cuffs, holding them close to the wall, but I hadn’t connected the rest of her body yet.
I should do that, before I clamped her nipples and she tried to draw back.
I stepped into the tiny space and looped the wide, webbed belt around the small of her back, connected it at the other side, and then pulled the end to cinch it tight. Another was at her armpits, and a third was in between. I reached between the cheeks of her ass and felt for the plug. She didn’t know it was a vibrating plug. I pulled a small bag from my front jeans pocket and slid the two vibrating balls into her pussy. They weren’t turned on yet, though. The vibrating part would be a surprise.
“If you lose one, that’s a ruined orgasm. If you lose them both, it’s five ruined orgasms.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cheyenne
The steel wall with holes for my boobs had been chilly, but my body had warmed it. I couldn’t see my breasts, and they felt as if they were a different temperature than the rest of my body. A few degrees cooler, probably because there was more airflow out there. Whoever had made the device had put in a little spot on the floor so my toes had room, so I could stand flush with the metal from my shins to my face, with my feet pointed forward. Why do you pick up on those kinds of details? Maybe it’s the brain’s way of staying sane. Logic told me he was going to hurt my boobs. Not just the nipples.
Fire shot through my left nipple and then my right, with only a few seconds between, and I screamed. Clamps. Heavy duty clamps. Fuck.
And then something pulled on them, stretching my boobs out, and out, and out, until I thought the clamps might rip my nipples from my body. A light shined on my face, and I knew Frost could see me with the camera. I was determined not to beg — I wanted him to hurt me and mark me and claim me, but less than a minute in, I was begging for relief.
Every couple of seconds, my tits were stretched farther, as if he was cranking them by hand. Maybe he was. One, and then the other. A few seconds to get used to it, and it happened again. And again.
And then it stopped. Nothing happened for ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. The longer nothing happened, the more I anticipated the pain.
And then another scream ripped from my chest because a flogger hit the outside of my left breast, and it wasn’t just the sting of the strands, but the pressure to the already stressed nipple, and the tightness of all the other tissues, stretched so far away from my body.
And then there were two floggers, hitting both breasts, and all I could do was scream, clench my fists, and scrunch my toes against the piece of carpet under my feet.
I have no idea of the order of things. My pussy came alive when he turned the balls on inside me, and they vibrated against each other, and against the hardness of the plug in my ass.
At some point, he released the clamps so my breasts hung free, and he could beat on them from every angle, and I screamed until the sounds echoed at me and it sounded like a dozen people in my little box, screaming and begging and frantic with pain.
But then the butt plug came alive as well as the balls, and when he ordered me to come, my body obeyed and nothing hurt. He kept hitting my breasts, but I only felt the sensation now, something to give me orgasms, to catapult me into ecstasy.
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