"Uuurrhh." Mirabelle gurgled, nodding her head as fast as she could.

William smiled and loosened the tit-clamps. Mirabelle moaned and sank back in the chair, her tits still throbbing with remaining.

"Okay, you promise not to scream and I'll take the gag out."

Mirabelle nodded again.

He reached for the strap, unwinding it from Mirabelle's face and turning it away. She spat the gag-balls out.

"You vicious beast!" Mirabelle mowed. "You disgust me!"

He grinned and slid his hand over her knee. "Sure, bitch," he growled. "You know something? I don't give a shit as long as I get what I want."

His hand began to slide up the inside of her thigh.

Mirabelle stiffened, a scream starting in her throat.

"Don't do it," he warned. "Not if you wanna get those clamps off."

Mirabelle stifled the scream, but her thighs ached from the horror of feeling his hand moving over them.

"Please, please, take them off!" she moaned. He laughed, his vile fingers caressing her stocking tops.

"You get what you get, slut." He grinned and slid his hand an inch higher, over the creamy white flesh of her thighs. "And I just gotta play with your pussy as Dustin comes, make you feel good."

Mirabelle sobbed. The clamps were looser now, but there was a strange feeling in her guts.

Dustin gave a roar of lust and slammed Eileen hard into the bed as the cum burst out of his balls.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah! I'm coming!" he yelled in triumph.

CHAPTER THREE

William laughed as Dustin bellowed with lust and started to fuck his cock even harder into Eileen's pussy. He slid his hands around the top of Mirabelle's stockings, playing with the creamy white flesh.

"You like to watch people fuck?" he asked.

"Y-you pervert," Mirabelle moans.

Her wrists and ankles ached, but nothing hurt as much as her nipples. They throbbed in pain, even though the clamps weren't as tight as they had been.