William turned the screw of the clamp and the first bite of the jaws chewed into Mirabelle's nipple.

She gasped, tossing in the chair, staring at the mass of people fucking on the bed. She only had to hold out until Dustin came, and she was certain she could resist any pain until then. After that she was going straight to the police.

But Dustin was still fucking Eileen, gripping her ass, thrusting deep, his thick cock plunging in and out.

William turned the screw again and Mirabelle leaped in the chair, agony surging all over her body. She gasped, tears rushing out of her eyes, her tits ringing with pain.

"Ready to strip?" William asked, turning the screw again.

Mirabelle's scream burst around the gag as the agony pulsated through her nipple. She heaved, rocking the chair, her eyes pouring tears, her tits in agony as she gasped for breath.

Nichole was coming, screaming with lust, her pussy rubbing all over Eileen's face. And Eileen had been climaxing since the fifth or sixth lash of the whip. She spasmed hard, her whipped ass cheeks writhing in Dustin's strong grip, her pussy sucking and working at the hard flesh of his cock.

"Yeahhh!" Dustin growled, fucking Eileen with all his force, his cock sinking to the depths of her cunt, churning in her fuck-hole. "Ooooh, shit! That feels sooo good!"

But he wasn't coming and William was sliding the second clamp onto Mirabelle's other nipple. The first one hung from her right tit, each fuck of the metal sending more spasms of pain through her. She pitted her teeth, determined not to give in.

William twisted the screw on the other titclamp, and pain shot through her left tit.

Mirabelle gasped and tensed in the chair, her body aching with pain.

"Ready to strip?" William asked, holding the tit-screw, waiting.

Mirabelle shook her head frantically, her tits in agony. She could hear Dustin yelling as he fucked Eileen, but he wasn't coming yet. She glanced at her brother, but he was ignoring her pain and suffering, making her feel deserted and friendless.