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the back of her corset and winding it around the timber until Clarissa was drawn hard up against it. To either side of her feet, two heavy ring bolts had been set into the stone and now Christina used more cord to drag Clarissa’s legs wide and tie her ankles to them, preventing her from closing her lower limbs together again.
    â€˜Please,’ Clarissa begged, ‘haven’t you done enough to me already?’ By way of reply, Christina brought the back of her hand down hard against the outside of the helpless girl’s left breast, drawing another squeal of pain from her.
    â€˜I’ve already told you once, slut,’ she growled. ‘Slaves speak only when spoken to.’ She stood back, hands on her broad hips, her expression mocking. ‘And as for whether I’ve done enough to you already, I can assure you I’ve hardly started. I’m as much an artist in my field as you are - or were - in yours, though I use a lot less metal.’ She reached out a hand and fingered one of Clarissa’s distended nipples.
    To her utter astonishment, Clarissa felt a little electric charge run up her spine and she closed her eyes, unwilling to meet the bigger woman’s challenging stare.
    â€˜You have very pretty tits, slut,’ Christina said, very matter of fact in her tone. ‘They deserve to be properly ornamented. The clamps are all very well, but I prefer something more... permanent.’ She turned away and crossed to a small metal wall cabinet, opening the door and sorting through its contents. A few minutes later she was back at Clarissa’s side, carrying a small chrome-plated dish, upon which lay a number of small objects that the terrified girl could not at first identify.
    However, their purpose soon became apparent, as Christina picked up the plier-like instrument in one hand and seized Clarissa’s left nipple between finger and thumb with the other.
    â€˜No-o-o-ooooo!’ Clarissa shrieked, but there was no escape. A bolt of ice fire shot through her breast and straight to the base of her brain, as the jaws closed and the sharp needle pierced the tender flesh. A gurgling sound erupted from Clarissa’s throat, saliva drooling from her slack lips, and she would have sagged helplessly had her rigid costume and bondage not been supporting her.
    Through the red mist that swam before her, the poor girl peered downwards, unable to believe what she saw as her tormentor threaded the heavy steel ring through the punctured teat. Seconds later another spear of agony, and the other nipple was treated in identical fashion.
    â€˜Much better,’ Christina nodded. ‘And don’t even think about removing them, even when you get the use of your hands back. The two halves interlock and there’s no way of separating them without cutting through the steel. When I ring a pair of tits, they stay ringed until I decide otherwise.’
    There was worse to come, and the pain now was too great for Clarissa to bear. Mercifully, she passed out into a semi-coma, barely aware of the agonising piercings that were added to her labia and clitoris. But Christina wasted no time in reviving her when she had finished, releasing the binding cords and thrusting her in front of the long mirror which hung from the end wall. Every step was agony and, when Clarissa peered into the glass, she saw the reason why.
    Clips had been attached to the labial rings and fastened to tiny half rings set at the top of the inside of each boot, so that the act of walking forced the mouth of her sex to gape open and move with every movement of her legs, exposing the third ring and the elongated shape of the normally hidden bud through which it had been set. With her brain almost numb from the shock, Clarissa thought, stupidly it seemed, that she could not even remember Christina removing the fat dildo from her sex, though the one at the rear was still only too obviously in place.
    â€˜Very provocative,