EXTRACT FOR
PAINFUL COLLECTION BUNDLE
(Kim Hardwick)

"MARCUS, LET ME DOWN!  THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

I noticed that the teeth on the nipple clamps were rusted.  I briefly thought of forgoing them.  Looking back at Wendy and how she was carrying on, squirming, writhing on the cross, all the while screaming like a spoiled little brat only confirmed how she needed discipline in her life.  

"Wendy, you are easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.  It pains me to say, your one flaw, so far, has to do with your attitude.  To be frank with you, it's really shitty.  Now just suck it in, and enjoy the fruits of my love tonight and by the time you recover, you will know what true feminine joy is."  

Unfortunately for her, she spit at me; and she hit my eye.  Oh dear.

"HOW'S THAT FOR A SHITTY ATTITUDE?  NOW LET ME LOOSE YOU CRAZY PSYCHO!"

So it comes to this.   I used my $250 Zegna pocket square to wipe the spit from my face, and realized that yes, I would have to go hard core on Wendy.  And that made me sad.  I thought that she would be different; I thought that she was aware of what a woman had to go through in order to please men and be a better female.  Obviously, I was mistaken.  Wendy was just like all the women I've broken in the past.  A spoiled cunt.

Rolling up my sleeves to the $550 white shirt I had purchased earlier in the evening from Wendy, no less, I applied some sanitizing gel to my hands and briskly rubbed them.  Feeling much cleaner, I reached down and picked up the nipple clamp with the rusty teeth and a pair of five pound lead pyramid shaped weights.  Walking towards Wendy, I felt at ease.  I was in the 'zone'.  

"What the fuck you doing with that shit?   Marcus, what is wrong with you?  Why can't you act like a fucking normal man?  Why can't you just fuck me like a normal man?"  She was becoming hysterical.  I know I said I wouldn't film her being brutalized, but I really can't take advantage of her meltdown.

Silently, ignoring her hurtful insults and her non-stop spitting, I quickly and, thanks to much practice, painfully clamp on the nipple rippers (a.k.a. nipple clamps) to her fully erect pink nipples.  The tug of the weights pulls them down, but the stiffness of the nipples is surprising.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, I'LL RIP YOUR BALLS OUT!"

Picking up the needle nose pliers, I stride back to where she's positioned; firmly restrained against the St. Andrew's cross.  I kneel down in front, facing her vagina and clitoris.  I lightly stroke her pubic hair, while she continues to drench me with her spit; so much saliva for such a petite woman.  I carefully pull on one of her outer labia lips with the plier and stretch it out and then lifting a chain from the floor, attach the meat hook at the end of the chain to her lips and pressing, pierce her lips.  I now repeat the process for her the other.

I stand and look with approval.  Her screaming has now reached epic levels.  I'm somewhat hopeful no one can hear it from the street.  But the chains pull on her lips tightly and now her nipples and vaginal lips are being pulled taut.  A beautiful sight