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Chapter 6
From nearby she heard that detested voice, « Has my little cow been out for her morning exercise? Oooh, but you’ve been very, very bad. Little cow wasn’t thinking of running away, was she? But don’t worry, today you’ll get your exercise.” At that she snapped her fingers and two pairs of hands were quickly on the still panting Sonya. She was soon hobbled by ankle cuffs with only a foot’s length of chain between them. Sonya began struggling to her feet but firm hands permitted her to go no farther than on her knees. Feeling the vast pressure and need emanating from her own bosom she writhed and swayed as if to a wild and inaudible rhythm, but two sets of muscular hands held her in place.
Her distress somewhat obvious, Sonya nevertheless attempted to mask it from Hing Lee who approached her in a safari outfit and an Australian Outback hat rakishly tilted on her head. “It seems you forgot these in the foyer,” Hing Lee reproached her while holding on to the clips and weights, twirling them in front of Sonya’s twitching face. With that, she produced two more weights, doubling each pendulum’s mass and she affixed them once more to each nipple, this time using hooks in the nipple rings. She let them go and Sonya gasped as her tits plunged downwards. Pain lanced her being, but mixed with a slight measure of relief as tiny rivulets of milk snaked down the chains and splashed off the lead weights. However, their mass was such that Sonya felt herself slowly drawn downwards until the pendants rested on the grass. With her hands behind her back she was soon face first among the green blades, her knees tucked in underneath her and her glorious ass sticking out in the morning air.
She heard the attendants snigger as Hing Lee intoned in her childish voice, “Oooooh, but my little pony’s been soooobaaaad! What do we do with bad little ponies, I wonder?” This never failed to grate on Sonya’s nerves as the hackles on the back of her neck were raised. She had not overlooked Hing Lee’s shift in names for her. From her prone position, her face turned sideways, Sonya could see the Asian woman extracting a metal and leather apparatus from the depths of a bag. Before she could make out anything, Hing Lee disappeared behind her and straddled the white woman’s back.
The attendants grabbed Sonya by the hair, raised her head till she was once more upright on her knees and blindfolded her. The strain on her tits was immediate and Sonya could feel them almost being torn off her body as creamy rivulets increased their flow down the chains. Held up by her hair Sonya could do nothing but maintain a stoic silence which would have done an Amazon proud. From behind her, Hing Lee reached around and, without warning, pinched both huge nipples between her sharp nails “Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” Sonya opened her mouth in a high-pitched scream ---- cut short by a metal rod jammed crosswise between her jaws. She felt it being pulled back, each end protruding from a side of her mouth, until the corners of her mouth felt near the tearing point. Clamping her jaws now was futile as her mouth remained open, her jaws held apart by the shining steel bar hardly thicker than a fountain pen.
No amount of attempted thrashing about could prevent snaps and buckles from being quickly fitted into place as leather straps circled the top and the back of her head. Her breathing was spasmodic and raspy and her nostrils flared as more objects were fitted onto her headgear and a pair of blinkers was attached (blindfold problem)
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