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to the point I was writhing in pain.
    I was so full from them, so insanely full I thought I might pop from the pressure and heat and stinging. And still they kept getting bigger, sending cramps roiling through my womb and belly along with an insane sexual heat. Apparently my dancing around in place wasn’t making the men too happy, because several sharp slaps came down on my ass and breasts.
    And then I was lifted up. They spread my thighs wide and resettled me over something hard and narrow—something that bit up in between my pussy lips and ass cheeks. Oh, hell—the sawhorse. It felt like the end of it was right beneath my butt, but I couldn’t be sure. With the positioning, though, there was no chance in hell that either of those dildos were coming out of me any time soon.
    With the stilettos on, I was able to support enough of my weight that it wasn’t too bad. I felt fingers at the collar around my neck, and rope was pressed through a steel loop on it. Then my arms were lifted up and back, and more rope came between my joined arms and my body. Neither was tightened too much, and so I could move my upper body around if I wanted. But the more I moved, the more uncomfortable it was on my cunt.
    And then the option of relieving the pressure on my sex was taken from me. While two men worked at my breasts, tying strings tightly around my nipples and attaching them to something high so they were stretched taut and stinging with fire, two more bent to my ankles and pulled them up, out, and back. Cuffs attached to each ankle, settling them in place, and then more cuffs came to my knees. They were tugged down and out while my ankles were up higher, and there was no possible way for me to lift my hips.
    Not only that, but the strings on my tits had me leaning forward. That served to put even greater pressure on my aching clit.
    I moaned into my gag, but knew it wouldn’t help. These men, my bosses’ clients, had been granted the right to punish me. All I could do was endure it as well as possible and wait for the screaming orgasm that would come later.
    They left me like that for a long time. A very long time. Every now and then, someone would touch me. One time it was teeth biting all around my breasts, making the fire in my nipples spread further. Another time, it was a fingers frigging incessantly on my painfully distended clit. Then later someone removed my stilettos, caned the soles of my feet, and then put the stilettos back on me.
    I was a whimpering, blubbering, sweaty mess. Drool was pouring down my face and all over my stretched breasts at a rapid rate. I wanted to come— needed to come—but the shooting pain in my sex was just painful enough that there was no chance in hell I could.
    Then my blindfold and headphones were lifted off.
     

 

    I blinked under the lights for a moment, trying to reorient myself as quickly as possible. There was only one man in the room with me, but oh, what a man he was.
    He looked like a body builder or a professional wrestler, huge and muscular and intimidating. Bobby and David, my bosses, were both big men—over six feet and two hundred pounds each—but this guy dwarfed them in comparison. Compared to me? There was no way in hell I would get away with anything with this guy. He probably had a good foot of height over me, and at least an extra hundred fifty pounds or so of muscle.
    I was pretty sure, now that I could see him, he wasn’t one of the dudes I’d sucked off earlier. I sincerely doubted that he’d been involved in strapping me in as I was now. I would have remembered rippling muscles like that touching me.
    He jerked my head back by a fistful of hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes. Then his other hand was kneading my tits. Kneading was probably too kind a term, actually. Squeezing the hell out of them might be more accurate. His grip felt like he would easily bruise me without much effort at all.
    I let out a groan into my gag, and he smiled down at me. It