"I'll try," she said as she squirmed over his rock-hard cock. "Oh, God, don't hurt me again with those pliers. I'll do my best."

"Let's both hope that's good enough," Greg said, lifting his hands from her hips, sliding them up the sides of her body. He grabbed for her tits. He kneaded them gently at first, then with harder pressure. "Now get after it, whore!"

The ropes cut into the flesh of her ankles, but Debby began bouncing up and down as fast as she could to do as he asked. It was an almost impossible task, but if she leaned slightly forward and held her tied hands down on the headboard, she could just manage it.

"You're not fast enough," Greg said, reaching down for the pliers with his right hand. "You're gonna have to do a lot better, little baby."

As he spoke, he slid the metal pliers over her side, then poked the closed jaws into the soft, yielding flesh of her right tit. Slowly, he opened the serrated jaws and moved the instrument over her silky tit, toward her tiny pink nipple.

Debby looked down and felt a shiver of horror race up and down her spine. The jaws of the pliers looked like the narrow mouth of some savage animal. Eyen before the jagged edges of the jaws closed in around her nipple, she knew the pain was going to explode with unbelievable power.

"I'll go faster!" she shrieked, feeling the metal slowly eat into the rubbery texture of her nipple. "God, just give me a chance, I promise I'll… Godddddddd!"

The pain that shot into her body was even more terrible than she had imagined. The pain burned into her body like boiling acid. Her scream soon turned into a silent shriek of the damned.