The drive back home was so picturesque that night, the full moon lighting the entire coastline and casting its warm soft glow everywhere. It was so br...ght it could have been early morning, except that it was only 1:30 am. With the convertible top down, your hair appeared almost radiant as it blew in the warm wind and was illuminated by the moon. The whole evening was like a page out of a travel magazine, advertising the perfect romantic getaway.As we stood there on the porch, an incredible urge. "So what the hell do we do now?" Richie whispered.Heather towed him past the last aisle of wine. "We pretend to talk to the woman and then try to find a spot where your power--"Reality shifted."--can do its ... oh ... my ... God..."Where a wall of gin had been a moment ago now stood a potted plant, sitting in the corner of a sunlight-drenched, cozy office. The afternoon sun filtered through the open slats of blinds and fell behind the office's single occupant, who sat behind a small, cluttered. Sandy went limp against me, as did Jenny. I continued to thrust into her, my own release imminent, until ... everything exploded in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.Then the darkness came.I opened my eyes, but couldn't see. Sandy's hair was covering my face. She was limp and her dead weight prevented me from rising. My right hand was pinned under Jenny, who was not moving either. I quickly scanned and determined that they both had passed out. Then I scanned the others and. Now, time for some more fun. With that, he produces a set of brutal looking nipple clamps and clips them on me, causing me to choke out a moan of pain. This is for your own good, you nasty slut. Im training you. Im teaching you to handle the pain. And Im teaching you what to expect if you ever disobey me I am in pure agony right now. My nipples feel like they are about to be ripped from my body, my body itself feels like its on fire, and all I can do is try to moan around the gag and squirm.