He pulled the gag out. The plug slid from her tongue with a wet 'pop'. She gasped. Coughed. Saliva hung from her lips in long, swinging strands.
"Master, forgive me," she repeated. Her voice was raw. Wrecked. The voice of a woman who had been screaming for three days. "Please. I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'll be your good slut. Just please—"
He pulled the tilt. The chains on her nipples went taut. She cried out, her body jerking forward, her breasts lifting. He pulled harder. The piercings stretched. The nipples, already raw, elongated. She screamed.
"AAANGH~!! M-Master~!! Please— I'm sorry— I'm sorry— Anhgh~!!"
He stopped pulling. The chains went slack. She gasped. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them, the pierced nipples throbbing.
