“I’d like to shove this down your throat but you’d whine like a bitch if I ungagged you. I’m not into a dialogue with a lump of faecal matter....�� Wanda smeared the ass mucus on his face. This seemed to amuse the Captive despite his deprivations, his cheeks jiggling around the ball gag. Madame Wanda’s eyes burned red, incandescent with fury she stormed over the table and returned to the Captive with a pair of nipple clamps, two bull clips attached together with a chain. She attached the bull clips. Sandra's legs are limp and twitchy, their full weight now pulling continuously at the thin ropes binding them to her nipple clamps. Her whole breasts ache from being tugged around by the now muted spasms that accompany each orgasm and the brutal thrash from the shock that immediately follows. Her bed is drenched in sweat and piss. No longer able to keep track, Sandra can only estimate how many orgasms she's had by the duration of the shocks that follow. The familiar rapid tugs at her. Do you understand?”“I’m not a whore!” Pasua shouted. “You can’t do that to me!”By this point, Frank had begun to lose patience. Talking was obviously having no real effect. Even the pain was only making her conform, rather than understand. Conforming was good, but understanding would be better. Perhaps something more physical might be more effective?“You’re a whore if I say you are. Now come here and suck my cock, whore.” He started to undo the fly on his uniform.“You try to stick that filthy. ”Megan placed her elbows on the table, squeezed her legs together and asked, “Do you get to come?”“I do. I get very hard from flogging her large breasts, which I do not bind with my rope so that they jiggle and bounce freely on her chest from every strike of the fogger, and, I enjoy watching her suffer, obviously. At the end our little game, before freeing her from the gyno chair, I fuck her ass hard and apply a strip of duct tape on her gaping asshole to keep my cum inside her, at her request.