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She was kneeling
on the cold ceramic floor tiles of the Arab’s villa, her knees
stretched wide apart and her feet behind her also parted wide. The position
lowered her hips wonderfully and lowered her sex mound to about ten-inches
above the floor, her pussy lips stretched wide and hovering over the
head of the rough, wooden dildo. Behind her back her wrists were shackled
together by the thick metal armbands and the short connecting chain
linking them. Tension had been added in the form of a finer chain, looped
around her neck and pulled up tightly to raise her hands almost to her
shoulder blades, that pull arching her back and pushing her naked breasts
out in splendid offering. Little silver spring clamps crushed her rubbery
nipples nearly flat, the tiny serrated teeth of which bit cruelly into
her tender buds and showed specks of blood leaking from the many little
wounds. From her clitoris dangled a similar serrated clamp with a heavy
blue gemstone attached to a little gold chain that gave an excruciating
downward pull on her little, pink love bud. Her expression was one of
pained fear and black mascara runs streaked her face as a mask of pure
terror. She was weeping uncontrollably, her shoulders and breasts heaving
with the huge and pitiful sobbing that racked her slim body.
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