Mirabelle shook her head adamantly. "How about you and me take a bet?" His eyes looked vicious as he fixed his gaze on her. "I can make you beg to strip before Dustin comes, how about that?"

Mirabelle had a headache from the way she was shaking her head.

William laughed. "If you win, you can go, okay? If I win, you blow me. You suck my cock, right?"

Mirabelle screamed into the gag, still shaking her head. Nothing could make her do something as disgusting as suck a cock.

William moved fast.

Mirabelle twisted in the chair as he ripped her slip down, then reached for her bra.

Her terror and disgust brought out a cold sweat alt over her body as William put one foot on the edge of the chair, right between her thighs and tugged at her bra.

She lurched forward as he heaved again. The bra was thick and strong, but it couldn't hold against William's strength. The catch snapped.

Now Mirabelle's luscious tits were in view. He grinned as he looked at her tits. "Fuuuuck! They're even better than I thought. Shit, you sure kept them well hidden." Mirabelle sobbed. He eyed her tits, which were luscious and just the right size for her body. Her nipples looked tight.

William grinned and pulled a couple of pincer devices out of his pocket. They were clamps with screws and tiny serrated jaws.

"Know what these are?"

Mirabelle stared at him, terror rising in her throat.

"They bite your nipples." He chuckled. "Just lemme know when you wanna get up and strip for me."

Mirabelle shuddered, almost vomiting into the gag. The sheer horror of her situation went on getting worse. She couldn't believe it as William slid one of the clamps over the trembling bud of her nipple. Her hands struggled helplessly against the bonds, her thighs trembled and she choked into the gag, the taste of the rubber balls making her feel sick.