As the clamps tugged her nipples farther out,,Louise felt as if she were being whpped with her head held underwater in a bucket. It was unbearable, and the hideous thought that she might have her aureolae and pieces of sensitive flesh behind them ripped out made her want to puke. She bit at the cock gag and screamed, forcing herself not to vomit and not to curse Felina, for in her mind she clearly understood that this was thir best chance at this point.

When the clamps finally pulled off, pain flooded her entire being. She looked up and saw stars spinning around her, and there was no way to know if she had actually lost flesh. Louise sank to her knees, grunting like a bitch, letting herself be demeaned to the viewers. Far, far away she heard clapping and someone yelling in triumph - was that Felina?


When she looked up again, she saw the Hostess grinning and Felina still attached to her pole. So it was still not over?