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"Office Punishment - 2"
Copyright StoryBondage 2005
Shami is taken to the basement by two of the men, her arms still bound stiffly back over her head. The little red-head and the black girl are dragged along as well. Shami is forced to sit astride an old metal bike rack, her legs splayed and lashed to the pipes, her toes straining to push her cunt up off the cold pipe. Laughing, the men pull a burlap sack over Shami's head and lash it around the frantically struggling girl's neck.
As the hard metal inflames Shami's crotch, the men sit around watching and force the other girls to give them head. Then they start torturing Shami - punching her belly and whipping her already swollen and red-blotched breasts with a length of plastic hose until her sweaty beige body is twisting and bucking helplessly against the ropes.
A battery charger is brought out, and a piece of sheet metal slid under Shami's feet. One wire from the battery charger is attached to the sheet metal, and one to the bike rack. Shami writhes in silence for a few moments.
Then they turn on the charger.
The bound girl's body strains to rise up off the pipe, her slim legs kicking against the ropes as gutteral screams erupt from under the black bag. She bounces up and down, banging her burning slit on the steel pipe as sweating toes push against the sheet metal, even as her quivering legs try to lift her feet off the floor. Her big swollen jugs sway heavily as the men jerk off onto her quivering thighs.
On the floor, the dirty mattress waits, the straps hanging ready ...