Telling me each time you collect a ribbon. In between ribbons I want you to keep talking. I don't care what you say. Sing row row row your boat or som...thing. Just keep talking."I heard nothing from her. By this time I had walked up to the porch where she had just been. I made sure I could see her around the corner of the house. Her shoulders were slumped. "Get started Mrs. Carter." I watched her open the gate and start walking. "I don't hear you singing Mrs. Carter." And at that she began. "As well as being governed by arcane and unfathomable laws, the denizens of Hell also conform to a strict hierarchy. The succubus I had chosen — I dare not utter her name even now, even as a whisper, in case she should hear — occupies a high ranking position. In my arrogance I had determined that rutting with a mere minor minion on the fields of forbidden pleasures was beneath me. Instead I was summoned to the sumptuous private chamber of a major succubus. The walls of her chamber were covered. This pushed out her cheeks like a balloon. Her lipswere sealed with several pieces of duct tape. An elasticated bandage was thenwrapped over the tape, further constricting her face and mouth and closing downalmost all noise from her. Finally, more duct tape was wrapped over the wholething to produce a tightly packed and thoroughly sealed package. They left her like that for what seemedages, only the sound of clinking bottles and men?s laughter coming from below. At last the men appeared. Each. He pulled some thin thread from the bag and wound it around her nipples and tied them very tightly. “Malc is was so hot,” Sara whispered, “I was climaxing every fifteen seconds and I was powerless to stop him,” she went on, “my nipples were hurting like hell but I loved it.” She told me that he bit her erect nipples hard and she screamed and he bit them harder. She told me that after he had tied the thread around her nipples, he pulled on the thread and stretched her nipples and tits.