He nodded. “Good, keep going. Maybe if you cake yourself in mud no one will be able to read what you’ve written about yourself on your tits!”
She gasped slightly as she remembered the writing afresh. She grabbed a handful of mud, using it almost like soap as she rubbed it over her body.
He smirked and trained the hose on her.
She flinched as the cold water hit her body, blushing as mortifying words like ‘Stupid Pig’ and ‘Worthless Whore’ were once again revealed. She buried herself back in the mud – it was the lesser of two evils. She didn’t really want to ponder the fact it ironically made her wetter even than his hose!
He turned off the water. “Come here, piggy and put your hands behind your back – I think you’ll look much better without your hands to hide you.”
He slipped her hands into two bondage mittens and fastened them behind her back. The new position caused her chest to thrust forward slightly more.
He grabbed her by her breast again and wiped his hand over her muddy skin to reveal what it said. “Let’s see what fun we can have with these ‘Tit Torture Toys.'”
Pinching up small sections of her skin he began to cover her tits with binder clips. The first few didn’t hurt all that much immediately. But as he continued to cover her tits in them and her pinched skin got more taut, she really started to whimper and squirm. But every time she tried to back away he just grabbed her clamped breasts and pulled her back again, which hurt even worse!
He grinned and kept going, covering every pinchable inch of her breasts until they looked like little stationary-inspired porcupines.
He slapped her back so that she wobbled forward. He pushed again, toppling her until she landed painfully on her clamped tits in the mud.
She moaned loudly, panting hard as she tried to get on top of the pain and to roll into a less agonizing position.
“Your hands are locked behind your back. And I’m not gonna remove those clamps. Looks like you’d better get rolling.”
She looked up at him in horror and shook her head. Her tits were now throbbing with pain and so the idea of deliberately grinding them into the ground to dislodge the clips felt painfully prohibitive.
“He grabbed her hair and pulled back her head, looking deep into her eyes through her piggy mask. “Now, pig!”
He let go and she hastily pressed her tits into the ground. She howled as pain fizzed across her torso like fireworks exploding in her chest.
Screwing her face up and squealing in pain she ground her tits into the muddy floor. The cool paste barely even began to soothe the fiery agony.
She pulled up, panting, and stared down at her tits. Although some of the binder clips were now hanging on by precariously small amounts of skin, she hadn’t managed to dislodge a single one!
She stared at the man in horror. “Please, Sir! It’s too painful!”
He laughed and kicked her down onto the ground once more, putting his foot against her neck and nudging her head up to an awkward and almost dangerous angle as he pressed down against her airway. “Too painful? Does it matter what you think?”
With his foot at her throat she hardly dared move. She shook her head a fraction. He smirked. “Exactly.” He pulled his foot away, letting the soul graze her neck.
Pamela rolled onto her front once more and pressed her tits against the ground, rubbing them backward and forward as she tried all the more desperately to dislodge the wicked clamps.
She squealed as several pulled free. The pinched and pulled skin beneath where the binder clips had been seemed to hurt even more in their absence.
As she tried again she started to cry, huge tears streaking what remained of her makeup as she tried to dislodge the wicked clips without the use of her hands.
Several more pulled free and she lurched forward in pain, rocking her body back and forth as she howled in absolute agony.
“That’s right, piggy, squeal and suffer for me.”
He bent forward and ran a finger through her pussy. She blushed at the wetness she knew he would find there. He pushed his sticky finger between her lips and into her mouth. “Good piggy.”
She sucked his finger greedily, enjoying the moment of closeness. She ground her thighs together hungrily. “Please, Sir, can you rub me some more?”
He grinned. “I’ll do better than that, I’ll hurt you!” He pushed his foot against her back and pressed her clamped tits back into the ground.
She whimpered but could feel her pussy respond just as excitedly as it had to his finger.
She tried dragging her chest forward and back this time, whimpering in pain as the clamps were agonizingly jostled. Several more pulled free.
She paused to rock self-comfortingly again, only this time she couldn’t stop grinding her hips in arousal. Pain and pleasure now inextricably linked.
She pressed her chest against the ground again, inadvertently squishing her tits against some of the bumpy clamps that had already pulled free, but the remaining ones were stubborn. She looked at the fence that surrounded her and swallowed hard.
Getting hesitatingly up to her knees she shuffled toward one of the sides and tentatively bumped one of her tits up against the wooden surface. She gasped as pain reverberated around her breast.
The man smiled. “Very creative. But you’ll have to hit harder than that if you want to dislodge those clamps.”
She pulled back and propelled the top of her tits into the underside of one of the fence panels. It took a second for the agony to register. When it did she almost toppled over backward.
He grinned. “Mm. You look so thoroughly deprived swinging your tits around like that for me. Do it again.”
Gritting her teeth she whacked her chest against the fence once more. The stabbing pain practically took her breath away.
She lent against the side of the pen with her shoulder, whimpering as she stared down at the remaining clamps. She looked over at the man piteously.
He grinned and picked his belt up from where it was resting over the side of the fence.
She gasped and positively slammed her tits against the fence as she realized what he intended to do with his belt, but still the last few clips remained firmly attached.
He slowly started to wrap his belt around his hand. “Back against the fence, legs spread.”
She did as he asked, her whole body shaking in anticipation. Her reddened tits felt all the more vulnerable with her wrists still bound behind her.
He took a step toward her, but, rather than aim at the remaining binder clips on her tits, he slashed it up between her legs.
She gasped and fell back heavily against the fence. But, with her arms behind her back and her legs still spread she was in no way protected from his wickedness. He unleashed a volley of a dozen or more slaps directly to her pussy as she desperately tried to get her thoughts in order enough to close her legs.
Before she could recover from the stinging barrage on her sticky pussy he took the belt higher, flicking it over each clip in turn until they pinged off into the muddy enclosure. She was now almost draped over the fence behind her, panting as she tried to get on top of the searing pain in her tits and cunt.