Where we left off, Emma, now called Thing One was on her knees, hooded with latex, and suffering sweetly for our members' enjoyment. Her tits were pulled down, her nipples stretched out, the clamps that hold her are merciless devices. Deep indents crease her tits from where the little implements of torment had held on, a sure sign that if we hadn't decided to be nice they would probably have never pulled free. They're a kindness compared to what is coming.
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