"Ohhhh… that hurts!" Debby cried out, hardly able to breathe. The rope scratched her skin like a million tiny claws. "Please don't. I'm sorry, I…"

"Shut the fuck up, cunt," Tony said, reaching to the side of the mattress and grabbing one of his dirty socks. He thrust it in her mouth, then wrapped the ends of the rope around her head, finally tying a knot over her mouth. "There. That'll hold you for a while."

Debby gave a muffled scream through the horrible-tasting material of the sock. Her eyes bulged with terror. He lifted a pair of pliers for her to see, then pressed the cold metal against the side of her left tit.

"You're gonna scream, whore. Gonna nibble on your sweet tits with these things."

Debby watched with growing horror as he pulled the handles open, then applied the serrated jaws of the instrument to her left nipple. Slowly, the metal closed, squeezing her rubbery mass of flesh until it turned a dark purple. A flask of boiling pain shot into her chest.

"Mmmmmfffff!" she screamed, her face ashen with agony.

"Little tighter?" Tony laughed. He increased the pressure of the pliers. "But don't worry, baby, I ain't into blood and guts. Just payment."

The fact that he wasn't going to mutilate her, if that was true, was little comfort for Debby. She had never known pain until this moment.

Suddenly, her chest flooded with relief as he lessened the pressure of the pliers on her tit. He then bent down over her bruised tit and sucked it into his mouth.

Debby thought she would go crazy. One second she was on fire with pain, and now, with his warm sucking mouth on her tit, her insides raced with excitement.

It seemed impossible, but it was happening.

She gave a throaty groan, feeling her pussy get wet with desire. She tore at the ropes at her wrists, felt the hemp cut into her flesh. And in a way, the pain was nice. It seemed to accentuate the pleasure she was experiencing.