I followed her strong, rounded breasts taking them in as she swung around. Her pussy could be glimpsed inside and through her panties, but looking over at her so close the sight of her tits was even more entreating. They heaved with slow, constrained pain as the slut spun about. I added the clamps ot her nipples and half entranced I tugged on the chain, hearing her whimper and wheeze with pain.
There was no part of me that wished to hear her scream or call me names – well maybe ineffectual babbling of course, a whore calling you “damn sadistic bastard” just furnishes an excuse to punish her further. In fact I was impressed with her apparently high degree of self control, but to make sure it didn’t falter I removed the bandana gag for a moment and pushed her mouth open. Her red lips greeted me like a second cunt, and I shoved in a black latex ball that forced them wide apart. Her eyes went alive at once, as the cumslut struggled to force out the intrusive thing but I knew what I was doing and held it in there with one hand, pulling the straps behind her head with the other. Yanking it tight under a wave of her hair I soon got it buckled and retied the cloth over it.

“Do you realize that there is nothing to say, cunt?” I asked her.
She looked at me, eyes wide and half uncompre-hending. I pushed her chin upwards as if inspecting one of those African slaves in days of old and purred “You’ll do…but you need training.”