Try to remove it carefully.

She wanted the clamp off yesterday. But she knew that she had to be careful. She'd never handled a cric-clamp before. With the painful way it hung onto her sensitive pearl, she couldn't risk being rash. Gently, her breath held, she grabbed the dangerous tool. The metal felt oddly warm, almost alive. And with the way her pleasure button wiggled, it added strength to that sensation.

Though she wanted nothing more than to tear the vile device off and throw it away, she steadied her hand. She'd managed to wiggle it half off her precious pearl when the doctor began to hammer at the door. She dropped the circ-clamp, the weight hitting her poor clit hard enough to make her gasp. As she stepped away from the door, luckily the device finally slipped all the way off.

She let out the first full breath in what felt like hours. The doctor didn't let her get a chance to enjoy it though. Fish pounding on the locked door, she screamed, "Little bitch, I know you are in there! Let me in right now!"

The door rattled in its frame as she hammered at it again. "The longer you take the worse things are going to get for you!"

Panic squeezed around Natalie's throat. She quickly looked around and fear tightened the grip. Her safe haven had become her prison. There was no furniture in the room and the only window was out of her reach. The busty short stack racked her brain for a way out of this. She would fight, she had some self-defense training. But she held no delusions. She was too small to be a match for the vicious doctor.

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders. Her large, half strangled tits swayed. When the door rattled once more, Natalie dropped into a lower stance. As she positioned herself, she spotted the discarded circ-clamp. The wicked tool gave her an idea.