She could feel herself being placed on something metal on her side.A sharp pain suddenly shot through first one nipple and then the other. She still c...uldn’t see, but her captor had secured two nasty little nipple clamps connected together by a chain to each of her sensitive tits. She could barely muster the strength to grunt in pain, but her body did squirm a little from the new horrible sensation. A practically incoherent mumbling forced its way past the gag filling her mouth.Her torturer. "Yes," he whispered."Because you were paying them." Yes."She kissed him tenderly again. Her hand ran across his chest, her fingernails leaving a trail of goosebumps across his body."I'm not going to be one of your whores ... You're not going to pay me. I'm not your plaything, Holland." Although her voice was soft, there seemed to be an implicit threat underlying her tone. Her long dark hair fell over her face and brushed against his skin. "You need me, Holland. You need someone who is your. She came out again with a tray of food which she placed on the dinning and told us to come there, her husband and I went and sat down at the dinning and ate the food, it was pap with beans cake. He then told me that his youngest c***d will be coming back from his mother's house on Saturday in order to resume school on Monday. I finished the food, thanked them and stood up to leave, he told me to hold on a second and went inside his room. When he came out, he gave me a bottle of groundnut and 8. Thug 1 slapped her back so hard I thought he broke her spine. Amber shut her mouth but continued to sob as Thug 3 slowly started pushing his way into Amber’s extremely tight asshole. I didn’t think there was any possible way this man’s 10 inch cock could possibly fit into her ass.It took a good 10 minutes to get it all the way in and Amber had passed out from the pain. Her being u*********s didn’t stop the **** in the slightest as Thug 3 started thrusting deep into Amber’s u*********s body,.