Tortures with clothespins

Emma removes your pants and underwear completely before she goes to work tying your legs to the pipes as well. You stand completely helpless as she goes to the table and collects a handful of clothes pins.

“So, Mr. Blackmailer, what did you have in mind for these?” You stand there silently refusing to answer. Emma steps forward and strokes one of the wooden pegs down your chest.

“Oh, come on. Let’s play. These were for me right? Where did you plan to put them?”

“On your breasts,” you quietly answer, “your thighs, your clit.”

“My clit? That would be such a turn on. Kind of like this.” Emma bends down and takes your balls in her hand. She uses a shoe lace to tie your scrotum, snuggly holding you balls in a small stretched out sack of skin. Looking up at you with and evil grin, she takes a clothes pin and lets it clamp down on your scrotum, causing you to grunt in pain. A second peg catches one of you testicles, a burning pain coursing through your groin and guts as you grab onto the pipes to stay upright. “Isn’t this fun? I s this what you wanted me to feel?” Her fingers flick at your abused balls, your stomach tying itself in knots as you endure her ****.

Emma now returns to the table and grabs a whip and a penis shaped gag. “My, my, my. You look good gagging on cock,” she says as she slides the gag into your mouth. Your fear morphs into anger as the bitchy coed taunts you, but your attempts at talking back are thwarted by the rubber rod filling your mouth. Emma take s the whip and cracks it against the wall for practice then turns towards you. The first lash makes you scream, your teeth digging into the gag as a welt crosses your chest. The second sends a ripple of pain through your body. Emma whips you again and again. The leather strap cutting into your chest and belly. “Mmmmph,” you fruitlessly beg her to stop as you fall to your knees, your cuffs sliding along the pipes.

Emma bends down in front of your bloodied body, her fingers lifting your chin until you stand up andlook her in the eye. “Is this the kind of fun you had in mind for me?” Nervously, you nod at the dominate girl. Emma smiles, then drives her knee into your balls. You struggle to swallow the vomit welling up at the back of your throat as you collapse. Only to see Emma walk towards the door.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be released soon. I’m sending my bodyguard to look after you. Oh, and the school will love to hear about you snooping around the dorms.”