More… attachments…

Monty led the captive Erin around his house stopping at seemingly random causing her to shuffle and stumble into his wheelchair. Erin’s arms were firmly pinned to her side and walking around a strangers home so exposed was incredibly arousing, she could feel her own liquids slowly sliding down her thighs towards her knees.

“Ah! Here we are,” came Monty’s voice and he held up two clothespins. Erin cringed at the thought of where those were going to go, but with her arms restrained she was powerless to stop him.

Erin pleaded into her gag, “mho pweesh dhont,” she begged, but Monty wouldn’t be stopped. He reached over and roughly grabbed her breast pulling her closer to him. The rough treatment ensured Erin’s nipples were erect and puffy. Without preamble or ceremony Monty roughly attached the clothespins on her breasts. Erin let out a yelp of pain followed by a moan as pleasure flooded through her. She could see herself through a small mirror on the wall and had to admit, her tattered destroyed clothes, freshly clamped nipples, arms restrained, and her soiled panties stuffed into her mouth made her extremely hot and bothered. Erin chanced a look down between her legs and could see she damp wetness sliding down her thighs. She could feel how incredibly wet she was with each step, it wouldn’t be long for her own arousal to reach the floor and leave small puddles wherever she goes.

A rough tug on Erin’s leash caused her to stumble. The swaying caused her breasts to move in such a way that the clothespins shot pleasure through her. Monty’s voice rang out, “alright ya little slut. Be a good girl and come ‘ere”.

Once again the statement of ‘good girl’ caused Erin to feel pleasure flood through her. She was so close to cumming she couldn’t even believe it.