"Special" room

Holy shit! They are fucking crazy! You are both put in identical bondage rigs, your hands are tied up behind your backs, posture collars are tight around your necks and your legs are restrained by a metal bar, you are also **** to stand on your toes and you are both standing in front of each other. You are left alone. But not for long, because soon the boss comes into the room.

"How are you two? Comfortable?"

You both answer him with profanities.

"Good, you still have fight in you" he smiles "but your screams destroys acoustic of the room. I think I need to shut you both up."

He has plastic wraps in his hands, you try to bite him, but he effectively puts it around your head. You can breath, although with significant difficulties, but you can't scream at him. He does the same with Raven.

"Very good" he says "now we can really begin."

He walks toward some trunk and he picks up...Fuck! Metal nipple clamps connected to the the chain. He puts them on Raven and then on you. He isn't gentle. Fuck! It hurts. But this is just the beginning. The clamps on her and your nipples are connected by the chain, on end of which is a bucket. It's heavy enough for you to feel significant pressure and neither of you can move even an inch, because it will cause pain to the other. But he's still not done. He picks up a bottle of water and starts to fill a bucket. Now it really hurts, if he would let you speak you would beg for mercy. You would do everything to stop this ****.

"Does it hurt?" he smiles looking at your face twisted in agony "and what if I would done that?" he nonchalantly pushes the bucket. Clamps twists your nipples so hard that you feel like they would soon fall from your body. All these **** would be enough to make you really terrified of him, but he doesn't stop there. He goes back to the trunk and picks up the bastinado. He hits your ass legs and tits, Raven takes the same beating. When he stops you are both a mess, you'll do almost anything to stop this unbearable pulling on your nipples, to not feel this pain.

"You know" he says "if you were to be trained as sex **** to be sold for a big money you would get this treatment for three hours every day for a week" a week? For you one hour is enough "but you have a different destiny. I think we can move on, huh?"