They play Bop-It with your clit

Victoria had begun pinching and pulling on your sensitive clit, drawing shrieks of agony from your throat. She quickly got bored and was about to let go when one of her lackeys spoke up.

“Hey V” Victoria looked up at her friend, ceasing the pulling but still kept her vice-like grip on your precious bud. “Do you remember that old toy Bop-It?” Victoria’s face immediately lights up with joy, yours with fear. “I think I understand what you’re getting at. Why don’t you start us off” Victoria says.

“Okay, TWIST IT!”

Victoria strengthens her grip and twist 180° to the right. “AAAIIIHHH!” you scream. Your pinched nerve feels like it’s going to be ripped off. At this point, that would be a small price to pay to end you suffering.

The next girl follows up. “PULL IT!

Your clit gets tugged away from your lips. “EEEIIIIHH” Another loud squeal leaves your mouth.

The last girl yells, “BOP IT!!!”

Victoria releases her grip on your poor love bud. She pulls back her arm, just to rocket it back between your lips. “AUUHHHHUHHHH!” you cry out. They all laugh at your suffering as you’re left to their mercy, only able to whimper as they continue on.

“TWIST IT”

“AAUUUHHH”

“PULL IT”

“EEEIIIHH”

“FLICK IT!”

“OHHHH”

“BOP IT!!!”

“AUUIUHHHHH”

Each lackey continue to takes turns giving out a random instruction and Victoria continues to listen to each. Every pull, twist, and flick to your poor clit pushes you closer and closer to your mental capacity You could feel yourself on the edge of passing out from the pain. But every “Bop” to your pussy jolts your body and pulls you away from the sweet peace that would be falling ****.

After 5 more minutes, they finish their torturous “game” and your clit is released, but Victoria’s lackeys didn’t let up their grip on your limbs. You look down to observe the damage. It looks like your clit had taken a beating from hell and back. It felt like it too. You watch the red bean that had become of your clit throbbing between your lips.

Victoria reaches down again and takes your clit between three fingers.

“Normally, I would’ve ended your torment here. But since you decided to piss me off, this shit is just getting started!”

With that she angles her three fingers in, digging her freshly manicures nails into your delicate bundle of nerves. You let out a shriek that sounds like a dying animal. The pain in your clit seemed to increase tenfold, reignited your futile struggle to free your arms and legs. Like she had done before, Victoria starts twisting her fingers left and right, only this time, her nails mercilessly scrape into the sensitive skin of your clit. It was agony.

Victoria ceases the blood curdling twisting of your clit. Only to switch to using the tips of her sharply filed nails to pull your clit away from your lips. They drag across every bit of your swollen clit, stopping at the very end of it. She was using every muscle in her slender fingers to pinch the hell out of the very tip of your clit. You were screaming your throat out raw, squirming in the three other bullies grasps. It felt like three needles were stabbing through your clit. You crotch was exploding with pain, consuming your entire body. You squirm there in agony, eyes rolled to the back your head, tears and drool steaming down your face.

Through your suffering, you hear the bell ring and feel the grips on your limbs release. Victoria pulls harder on your clit until your precious love bud finally slips from her grasps and returns back between your pussy lips. You roll up into a ball and for the first time in what felt like hours, you’re allowed to bring your hands back to your crotch. You massage around your wounded snatch, too scared to directly touch it after your painful beating. Still, just touching around the wounded area sends painful signals to your brain. You know you’re going to be sore for weeks but right now you’re just thankful that your suffering is over.