Still not quite right ...

Cyndi held the phone nervously in her hand again. This time, her nerves were rattled for far different reasons. The constant numbing pain that was wracking her body, was simultaneously mixing deliriously with the pleasure sensors in her brain,causing her pussy to contract and pulse with excitement, not to mention fill with fluid that was already leaking down her legs. 'This is a total mind fuck,' she convinced herself again. Not only did they want her to record the video again, they now wanted her to do it with all the clamps and chains adorning her body. Her body was betraying her, and her mind, while fighting it, was trailing close behind in a race to seeking pleasure.

It was harder to concentrate. 'What the fuck did they want me to say? God, I can't think straight!' Cyndi stared at the image in the screen of Marcie's phone. She hardly recognized the woman looking back at her. She was broken, her self-image totally shattered, self-worth gone down the toilet, and her pride now non-existent. She was a hollow shell, there to do the bidding of the two cruel hosts.

Her thumb hovered over the red dot on the phone once again. She blinked several times as she swallowed the lump in her throat, once again. She pressed the button … and nothing! Her eyes saw the counter running, but she was suddenly speechless, totally forgetting what she was supposed to say or do. A panicked expression flashed across her face. The counter had reached fifteen seconds before Cyndi snapped out of her blank trance and began her speech. “Hi George! Listen, um … I hope things are going well in Germany. I couldn't come with you because I'm here with my assistant Marcie and Senator Preston.” Her heart was thundering in her chest, and Cyndi found it difficult to hear her own words. She paused … no … hesitated … much longer than she had intended. Her hand struggled to keep the phone focused on her face, blocking the image of the collar and chains attached. “We're going to have sex while you are away. Bye!” As she did before, Cyndi quickly scanned her body, giving the briefest of glimpses of her glorious nakedness, clamped and chained, with her most private parts clamped and glowing red. She dropped the phone before having a chance to stop the recording.

Cyndi glanced to where the phone had landed. Her face filled with the most horrifying look of terror. The phone had landed between her legs, with the screen facing up, capturing the most perfect view of her swollen pussy, glistening with the fluids seeping down her inner thighs. “Oh God nooooo,” Cyndi wailed, closing her eyes in utter shame.

Marcie, languidly crawled off the bed this time, realizing what Cyndi's lament was all about. Marcie looked over her naked boss, and then down at the phone to confirm her suspicions. Ever so slowly, and with deliberate movement, Marcie reached for the phone, keeping her own image out of view of the camera. She picked up the phone and slowly scanned Cyndi in all her naked, clamped, and chained glory from her feet to her head. Marcie made sure to get a nice closeup of Cyndi's blood-engorged clit, with the clamp biting tightly at the base. She lingered on the exposed pink interior, capturing the dew droplets of her arousal gathering weight and slithering along her flowered petals. After what seemed an eternity, Marcie brought the phone up to Cyndi's breasts, actually pressing the phone into each tortured nipple, mashing it against the screen. Finally, to Cyndi's dismay, Marcie focused on her face, the tears running anew. Cyndi could no longer hide the shame, totally humiliated and debased, captured on video. Cyndi was not a fool. Whether these videos ever made it to George or not, they cemented her fate for eternity, for surely it'd be used as **** for her continued demise.

Marcie softly clasped a hand around Cyndi's wrist and pulled it forward. Cyndi stopped crying long enough to watch Marcie place the phone back into her palm, face up, still recording! “You dropped something my dear!”

“Oh gawd,” Cyndi cried anew, quickly tapping her finger on the red button, ceasing any further recording of this humiliating act.

Marcie placed a hand on Cyndi's cheek, softly caressing the flesh, burning with shame, wiping away tears with her thumb. “Now, now! No need for that! We're here to have fun! Remember?”

Cyndi managed to silence her cries, nodding her head, and sniffling her runny nose. It took a while, but Marcie's caring demeanor helped Cyndi regain some composure. Cyndi was an emotional train wreck, no thanks to Marcie. One moment, she's mean and cruel, Cyndi thought, and the next she's soothing and caring! Cyndi was sure she was teetering on a see-saw, confident that the tables could flip at any second. The worse problem, however, for Cyndi, was that her emotional state of mind was completely severed from her physical response to what was happening. The pleasurable and painful electrical sparks traveling along her synapses were at war with each other, while the reasoning portion of her brain was quickly throwing up the white flag, giving up any attempt to gain control.