Wiggling doesn't work.

Hanging there by your nose and asshole, you can hardly believe you aren't simply torn apart. You try and wriggle free but all you accomplish is you begin rotating slowly. As you do your eyes become more and more accustomed to the dim light of the room and you begin to see just where you are. It seems to be a dungeon or **** room. There are several **** devices, cages, and horrifying blades, whips, and other terrible tools. “Fuck.” Your mind says the word but you do little more than drool across the ball gag. The other terrible thing you see in the room are previous victims, showing you just how urgent your escape really is.

“Oh goodie a little toy to play with. My favorite.” A rather high shrill voice breaks the silence. You feel long thin bony fingers run over your flesh. The sound of a pulley rattles to life and your head is pulled up till you are looking at the ceiling, the pressure in your ass is so intense you feel like you are going to burst. “Such nice little titties.” You feel a pair of metal clamps bite into your nipples then a needle spikes through to be replaced by a pair of what feel like hoops and judging by the metal on your chest a length of chain connects them. Something is then attached to the hoops as well as your breasts are pulled tighter and tighter away from your chest. “There.” He sets to work piercing your navel, below your mouth, three rings across your upper lip, both nostrils, the center of your nose, then over and over again he runs the long needle through your ears. He is quite good at what he does so while the whole thing is far from agony, the pressure of it all is hard to bare. By the time he finishes your body glistens with sweat and you are basically panting, well you would be if not for the gag. “Let's see, what to do with your little pussy.” Of course he finds something quite different as he pulls open the front of the harness and releases your sexy cock. “Oh my, I don't want to play with that.” He almost seems to pout and storms around the room. “You are broken. I don't want you.” A slap strikes your offending appendage. “I don't want it!” He yells at the top of his lungs. You hear his footsteps storm away and as a door opens you hear something chilling, “Fine I'll just go get the dog, he will eat it right up.”