CUM DUMP - extract

 

Where one, maybe a pervert might have expected to see this girls sex lips pulled through a tiny tight slit in the crotch of the latex, one didn't. Instead there was this re-enforcement of the rubber and a definite raised, large circle like ring that sealed her there. One couldn't see the massive insertion that was inside her but one just knew it was there. The rubber device had been slipped into her un-inflated. All the way into her until it nudged her cervix and then something had been twisted or turned on the end of it. Something that locked it inside her. And then it had been inflated. It had been inflated slowly and Belinda had watched - she had watched closely. Lindy would have felt that movement inside her - the thickening of the thing and the elongating of it. And the pressure of it against her cervix - that pressure a constant and with that pressure a terrible pain being inflicted. But that inflation not stopping at this pain. That inflation just continuing and continuing until there was a danger that real damage could be done inside this girl. Only when a certain pressure was attained - only when a certain level of absolute pain was achieved was the inflation process halted, or paused.

And then a similar insertion was slipped into her ass. When that had been introduced, Lindy was aware of what the first insertion into her cunt had produced in terms of pain. So when she felt that one being slipped into her ass she grunted and she wept a little. She wept as well as she felt that one being inflated inside her because she knew about that pain. And that weeping turned more into a heartfelt sobbing as her ass ring and as her inner anal tunnel was opened up to within an micro measure of her flesh ripping and tearing. Certainly Lindy had been subjected to industrial levels of stretching of her most intimate and private flesh. The re-enforced rubber at the crotch and the ass of the latex catsuit had that industrial look to it. The raised rings which were the ends of the insertions had this 'angry' look to them. There didn't need to be an explanation as to what was going on down there. There was this definite message of the agony that this girl must have been feeling.

And that she was tottering or teetering on those ballet heeled boots would not have helped her to find any peace from that agony. This whole thing was not designed to give this girl peace from anything at all. This was Lindy's life. Or at the very least it was a hint of what was in the future for her. She had wept as well when her nipples had been gripped and then pulled through little holes in the cat suit. Those holes much too small for the erect nipples that seemed to be a permanent feature for this girl now. Those holes designed to squeeze at the base of the extradited nippled and that squeeze designed to be a permanent thing. Not something that she would get used to or adapt to. Those little re-enforced holes holding the micro wiring that enabled various levels of vibration to be applied to the nipples of this girl. That was a cruelty in its own right. There were already vibrations and various levels of heat being applied to the inside of her sexuality and to the inside of her anal tract - and to the exposed tips of her clitoris. And although the enforced stimulation hadn't got to this girl yet - she was too busy dealing with the pain being inflicted at the same time - it would get to her, eventually.

Belinda liked the look of this girl like this. She liked it that the teenager was tethered and generally 'fucked' like this. She found herself wondering what was going through Lindy's mind. She found herself excited, sexually excited by what might be going through the mind of a young girl who was going through what she was going through. She looked up at Lindy as she secured the hobble chain between her ankles and she could see this girl's face framed tightly by the cut out of the latex hood part of the cat - she could see the desolation in her eyes and she could see the despair in there. For some reason that cut out of black shiny latex, leaving the almost deathly pale pallor to Lindy's face seem more so. There was this blankness to Lindy's face - as though she wasn't in there. She had been a girl full of life, despite what she felt she needed to do, despite the way she needed to live her life, she was full of energy and full of life. But now it was like she wasn't any more. There were little sparkles in her eyes - every so often there would be that spark of life, but almost immediately it would fade again and die back. She was certainly a girl who was in the process of change - a girl who was changing or was having change forced on her.

That hobble chain would restrict her steps severely. And that restriction would add to the pain through her spine. And that pain through her spine would increase and spread to her legs and her hips. The red leather over-corset squeezed her young body tighter. Lindy would never need a corset - she was perfectly formed and perfectly shaped. But this was a body shaper. This was designed to enhanced her curves. It was designed to make her breath in. It was designed to add to the discomfort of her existence. And it had attached cuffs which her wrists were locked to. That restriction adding to the restriction of her available steps the hobble chain forced - the cuffs restricting the movement of her arms and adding to the difficulty of balancing in those ballet boots.