"Yours sincerely" Julie thought. She was in bad pain but the feeling of turn-on came into he mind again and again. She looked up at the two men around her and the Domme who was torturing her nipples. Biting her teeth into the cock gag she tried not to scream, it was as if her tits had turned into fires on their own, burning and consuming her will. She looked up at Mistress' eyes and saw no compassion but turn-on, and then a kind of curiosity: how long would this slut hold on? Julie bent slightly forward and moaned as the weights pulled like knives into her nipples. When she looked up again the half-smile on that face made her feel more heat but also a kind of acceptance.
"Mmmgh! aaah! mmmgm..." Julie sounded, feeling she was close to the brink of cumming. The Domme woman suddenly crouched down and put a small wooden staff in between her cuntlips, searching and probing. Julie breathed hard nd then suddenly flinched: the right spot. The woman grinned and poked again and again, softly.
Her body rocked on the spot. "Aaaugh! aammgh! nnnnnghhhhh!!" - Julie's cumming was unstoppable but for the first time in hours she felt real pleasure at what was done to her. A warm wind of release swept through her and she grunted "Mmgh! Mo! Ah! mo! pleeamppff!" and then just died off in a whimper. Her head felt light and free despite all the pain. What kind of a life was this?