Your next punishment

"You wanna go first?" One of the Kings asks the other.

"Sure."

"Alright, see you in about an hour then." With that, one of the Kings leaves the room, presumably to go guard the outside of the building.

This leaves just you, the other King and Bitch Tits in the room.

"Alright then Bunny, time for your next punishment."

All you can muster is another sob into your ball gag. You're not sure how much more of this you can take before your mind simply snaps, but it's not like you have any choice in the matter. The man whistles as he walks over to grab a bucket from one of the shelves. He then returns to you, revealing that the only contents of the bucket are a number of wooden clothes pegs. He puts the bucket on the floor next to you before grabbing one of the pegs. What exactly he plans on doing with it, you're uncertain.

In a truly cruel manner, the man attaches the clothes peg directly to the skin on the side of your stomach. It's a whole different kind of pain as the peg pinches your skin, unyielding as it simply remains on your skin. The man then grabs another peg and attaches it near the first.

He does this again and again, each time eliciting a soft whimper from you as the pain is multiplied with the addition of more and more pegs. Before long, you're covered in the things. There's parallel lines running down each side of your stomach. Next he moves onto attaching them to your breasts. He places one on each side of both of your nipples, pinching the skin firmly before adding the peg to keep the skin pinched. Each of these is infinitely more painful than the ones on your stomach as they're being added to such a sensitive area. Finally to top it all off he adds one each directly onto both of your nipples.

Next he moves down to your pussy and adds three down each of the lips of your labia. This isn't quite as bad as you're nipples, but then the really painful moment comes as he adds one directly onto your clit. The pain is immeasurable and you can't help but squirm in your restrains and release a couple tears from your eyes.

With your pussy done, he adds a number more running down each of your legs. You're now completely decorated in the clothes pins, each of which providing a source of immense pain on your skin, some more than others. They're arranged in quite a pretty pattern all over your body. To think that from your perspective you were using these things not long ago to hang yours and your family's clothes on the washing line is a cruel twist of fate.