Amanda has a nightmare

Amanda wheezed in her insensate state. She was having a nightmare. Her body may have been naked and draped painfully over a pile of rough drywall on the 18th floor of a construction site, but her mind was elsewhere.

She was luxuriating on a silky smooth beach in the company of a hunky guy and sipping a margarita. Sea birds cried gently overhead and a sweet breeze blew from the sea.

The hunk seemed to really want to cover Amada's tanned body in sand, and she was so relaxed in her dream that she didn't mind at all. But the more sand was piled on her, the more abrasive it felt. She started struggling trying to get the sand off, but crabs with giant pincers came out of the sea and started pinching her nipples. The more she tried to dig herself out, the more the crabs tortured her nipples. The dreamy guy just stared at her plight with an odd bemused smile. She was in agony.

Something was wrong. She wasn't on a beach. The sweet sea breeze now smelled of rust and rubber tires, and the bird song turned to distant car honks. Amanda tried to open her eyes but found that she could not -- they were stuck shut.

Her nipples were on fire. She slowly lifted up her fingers alongside the stack of drywall until she found her nipples stretched taut. There was something foreign stuck in them.

It took her a minute to process that her nipples were stapled to the drywall. Amanda opened her mouth and screamed.

She felt a man's hand on her ass cheek.

"There, there, girlie. There's no need to scream. No one's going to hear. Just relax. Ricardo's going to take good care of you."

Amanda kept screaming until Ricardo's hand clamped down over her mouth.