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2024-12-19 07:00:59The hopeless sobs that racked her body at my words told me that the things I said to her had really imprinted themselves into her head. That was exactly what I wanted and now that I have it, satisfaction was gently slipping into my body.
The effect of the electro-plates pulsed through her again and her body shuddered. She tried jerking her body away from them, but that caused the nipple clamps to jolt agonizingly, and the breast compactor squeezed her breasts.In a semi-prone position, she managed to tilt her bound-body away a little from the bondage chair. But that singular act was like fighting against gravity because soon, her whole body began to ache, and when she couldn't hold it anymore, her back pushed back to the bondage chair, and agony convulsed her body again.She twisted, thrashed, attempted bouncing, screamed and sobbed. The breast compactor and nipple clamps pinched cruelly with the excess movements. She went through the pressure and hurt again and again.
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