Staying calm, Bex tries holding back the pain. She controls her breathing, controlling her pain, controlling her pleasure. The sudden intrusion of two fingers now violating her pussy isn’t helping keep the bound Bex calm. She can only gather through her feeling, of what’s happening to her pussy, that she’s now spread open and completely vulnerable and raw to the world. Being gagged, blindfolded, and ear plugged is, in fact, intensifying the feeling of touch by tenfold. Her body trembles at the pleasure and pain of it all. If that wasn’t enough stimulation for the very on-edge Bex, the plug begins vibrating, causing another scream to erupt from Bex’s gagged mouth. More sexual feelings are running through her body like a crazed gremlin. Bex feels her pussy twitch, feeling the clips move, bringing on a faucet-like effect to begin in her very spread-out pussy.
Still trying to maintain her calm on her mirror lake, the surface begins rippling out from the center. Regaining control of her breathing, pulling her calm back to a resting position, “Where does Alathia find these monsters? Is Alathia just one of the monsters or a monster wrangler!”
Lynda watches Bex tremble and shake, suspended in the air. The gurgling sounds escaping from her masked face are music to Lynda’s ears. “I’m gonna ride my sissy stepson’s face all night. I may make him sleep between my legs tonight.” Grabbing Bex’s erect nipples, yanking down on them like they were cow udders. “It’s been so long since I’ve been this fucking worked up, I’m almost jealous of Thia getting you all to herself.”
Another muffled sound erupts from beneath the mask, in response to her nipples being brutally assaulted. “Grabbing her chest, sitting on her lake that’s slowly churning harder below her, Bex screams in frustration to her bound predicament. What the fuck is this crazy bitch doing to my nipples, fuck! Breathe Bex, breathe. I am one with the force and the force is with me, I am one with the force and the force is with me.”
Strolling casually around Bex, Lynda is almost skipping like a child playing a game, with three very evil-looking clamps, one clit and two nipples, and a trussed-up Bex almost begging to have them placed on her intimate parts. Lynda begins playing with Bex’s clit, making it protrude even more like a cock with a full-on erection; then placing the cold steel clamp against the hot, flushed clit, causing Bex’s pelvis to tremble.
Bex struggling to keep her involuntarily motions down, feels an ice-cold something being pressed firmly against her erect clit, causing a whimpering shudder sound, as the fire and heat rising from her pussy is met with, what feels like a fucking ice cube, being pressed against her erect clit. Bex makes more salacious, gurgling moans escape from behind the gag.
Lynda finally lets the clip snap shut on Bex’s defenseless clit, causing the most violent spasms erupt from her body– it’s like a lighting bolt hit Bex right on the clit– causing the most animalistic sound to gurgle out of her mouth.
Bex grabbing her pussy, has never felt this pain in her life, and under that pain is the pleasure slowly blooming in her pussy; something has been attached to her poor clit. It’s painful and causes Bex’s calm to be utterly destroyed.
Almost in an orgasmic tone, “Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Sing for me, Bex. Sing for Mrs. Lynda!” taking in the trembling form suspended above her.
Bex’s legs begin shaking uncontrollably from the unbelievable pain being inflicted on her body. Tears begin streaming down her face, with her screaming internally, “NO DON’T GIVE HER YOUR PAIN BEX. SHE WANTS IT, SHE NEEDS IT. Breathe, calm the waters, calm the mind, breathe Bex, breathe!”
Taking great pleasure in petting the trembling slut hanging from her ceiling, Lynda is in an almost orgasmic state, watching Bex’s struggle.
Running her hands over Bex’s body, that’s starting to bring on a sweat to it, Lynda caressing it, like a child would a new toy. She begins running the next clip over her body, the cold metal cooling off Bex’s hot body. Slowly, Lynda traces around Bex’s left nipple that could cut glass with its erectness; pulling the nipple sharply again, causing that pathetic gurgling scream to escape behind Bex’s gag.
Growling at the pain on her nipple, “Breathing, calm Bex, calm…” Bex’s calm is broken when the clamp snaps shut on her nipple, causing her to thrash in pain, making her clit clip pull even more; fighting back her screams creates a new, more pathetic sound to gurgle beneath her masked face.
“My body is betraying me, my pussy is running like a river, my sexual pleasure is bubbling over like a forgotten pot on the stove. I’m crumbling to my perverted desires, getting swept away in the pain and pleasure of my body.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl pulling the wings off a butterfly, Lynda begins playing with Bex’s right nipple, watching Bex trying to pull away from the touch. Lynda, not liking this response from Bex, slaps the clit clamp hard, causing a howl to be ripped from Bex’s throat; which makes Lynda so very happy to hear, driving Lynda into an almost trance-like sexual state of sadism. Lynda, again, attempts to play with Bex’s right nipple, attaching the last clamp to her erect nub, causing Bex to tremble in pain.
Bex curls up in a ball, feeling the pain crashing through her body. She’s grabbing herself with her body wrapped in pain and pleasure. Bex feels her body crumbling, with her ass stuffed and her pussy in pain whimpering to herself, “What more can this crazy bitch do to me!”
Admiring her handiwork, Lynda lets Bex’s body become accustomed to its new accessories hanging on her intimate parts. Lynda flicks the clip on Bex’s nipple causing her to quiver in pain. P
Having become accustomed to the pressure and pleasure on her intimate parts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, why am I so wet? I thought what Nathaniel and I did was amazing, but this is a new level of pain and pleasure, all at the same time. Is Alathia right, am I some fuck-toy slave made for nothing but pleasure.”
Lynda is sliding two fingers deep into Bex’s very lubricated hole, then pulls her fingers free from Bex’s love tunnel, and brings her now-wet fingers to her lips; rolling her tongue around her fingers, licking Bex’s honey up off her fingers. “Alathia was so correct, you are a little honey pot, very tasty, indeed.”
Giving Bex’s clamped nipples a tug, causing another slew of muffled noises to flow from Bex. “Yes, fuck-toy, yes, more for Mrs. Lynda. Sing, little bird, sing for me.”
Rolling her fingers over Bex’s body, the pain and strain of being suspended is causing the fine layer of sweat to drip off her suspended body. Lynda hears what can only be described as pleasure moans coming from under the latex-masked Bex. “Oh my, you like that, huh, slut?”
Lynda picks up the weights from the countertop. “Well, the real fun part is about to begin and the real pain and pleasure are going to rape your body, little slut!” giving the clit clamp a playful tug. Bex reflexively moans in pleasure from behind her gag. Shifting the eighteen one-ounce weights from one hand to another, Lynda begins attaching the weights one at a time to each nipple, until she’s put three on each nipple.
No longer able to contain her pain and pleasure, Bex screams a hollowed, pathetic sound into her gag. “Oh god, this crazy bitch is trying rip my fucking nipples off!” Bex feels the tears running down her face. She attempts to catch her breath, trying to calm herself when the most intense pain Bex has ever felt hits her pussy. It feels as if it’s gonna be ripped from her very body. In that intense pain, the spark of incredible pleasure explodes within her body, like a raging tornado of pleasure slamming into a raging tornado of pain, wreaking havoc in its wake. Against Bex’s already-weakened self-image, the tornadoes have awakened what seems to be a hurricane growing on poor Bex’s lake, as she futilely tries to keep a part of her lake calm and serene, in the raging chaos and destruction around her.
Bex had thought the spankings she’s received were horrible, but they are nothing compared to being in the hands of this demented Samantha from ‘Bewitched’. Bex feels Lynda’s fingers again penetrate her wet and anticipating pussy, pushing deeply and rubbing that sweet spot deep in her pussy, sending a much-much-needed climax screaming through Bex’s battered body. Bex’s legs begin trembling and quivering in a violent manner,
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