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asshole viciously into the wood.
    The tension holding her arms up relaxed, and Ethan said, “It’s time to pull your arms a little closer together. If you work with me, I’ll cut the plastic from your torso so you can breathe better.”
    Sam relaxed her arms as much as possible, desperate to get the damned plastic-wrap off. She could feel the sweat running under it, but mostly she just wanted to fill her lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen.
    She heard herself whining as her arms pulled back more and more, but forced her shoulders and upper back to stay relaxed. When she was sure they couldn’t go any farther, she twisted her body and yelped, but he only slapped the outside of her right thigh and told her to behave and take it. She stilled and let him continue, and he said, “You worked with me until the end so I’ll still cut the plastic away, but you’ve earned some time with the alligator clamps. Do that again and I’ll alternate alligator and clover clamps every five minutes for an hour, with just enough time to let the blood flow back into them in between.”
    Ethan had alternated them once before, but only for twenty minutes, and the pain on the final two rounds had been more intense than she’d thought possible. The alligator teeth bit into the nipple, while the clover clamps mashed them flat. Alternating them meant layering different kinds of pain over and above with each new cycle, and had been excruciating. She was certain she couldn’t handle it for an hour, and decided to be very, very, still — no matter how bad her shoulders and chest hurt.
    As promised, when he stopped pulling on her arms she felt the paramedic shears cut the plastic away. She discovered she still couldn’t completely fill her lungs with her arms pulled behind her so far, but she could breathe much better.
    He didn’t give her any warning before the alligator clamps bit down on her left nipple, and then her right, and she screamed and pulled back, which made her go onto her tiptoes and shriek as her poor bruised crotch involuntarily pressed into the wood.
    “I’m going to remove the headphones and hood. I’ll put sunglasses on you to protect your eyes, so keep them closed and open them slowly once you feel the sunglasses.”
    Sam nodded her understanding, and the room’s sounds flooded her senses as the headphones came off.
    He loosened her bondage collar long enough to unzip and peel the leather from her head, and Sam opened her mouth and closed it a few times, working her jaw when she hadn’t even realized it’d gone stiff from being forced closed for so long. He gave her a few minutes before once more snugging her collar against her throat.
    She’d gone up to tiptoes while he worked, and as the sunglasses settled on her face she gently let herself back down, with her hips angled so her weight was on her asshole. Her fingers touched the bar behind her, but her shoulders hurt too bad for her to put any weight on her arms. Ethan made a disapproving noise and within seconds her wrists were pulled up again, a touch higher this time than before. Or, maybe it was the same and just felt farther because her arms were closer together? She didn’t know.
    A warm hand touched her stomach and she let her eyes open a teensy bit, testing to see if she could handle the light. It hurt, but she kept them open an infinitesimal amount until it didn’t, and then closed them, and opened them a little more. As the room came into view she saw her friends several dozen feet in front of her, strung up side-by-side with their arms over their heads and ankle cuffs chained to rings set into the floor.
    Ethan’s hand touched her cheek. “You aren’t quite halfway through your time, Darlin’. I’m going to go play with your friends while you finish up here.”
    Her Master walked to one of the tables and lifted a long, heavy flogger. He stepped behind the two women, waited for their masters to nod to him, and started a figure eight with strikes to