Extreme Toyland IX: A Night in Budapest

It was almost 7 when Steve was ready for his long and brutal double session with Daphne. She had been waiting and waiting for the better part of two-and-a-half hours and was anxious for it to start.

She'd been in heated rooms most of the afternoon, but the studio air felt cold to her skin as she entered, still naked except for black stilettos and a crushingly tight metal chain around her small waist. Her long blonde hair was put up in a high pony tail and she wore dark, heavy makeup and bright pink lipstick. 

Even though she was not tall, she was a stunning sight with her slender but athletic frame and firm, natural double D breasts. Her skin was flawless and she had no tattoos or any other decorations except for the spacers in her outer labia. Steve had taken out the rings that were pierced through her areoles.  

Steve led Daphne to the middle of the room, where he'd already prepared a set-up for this session. He made her lie down on a soft, rubber-padded surface on top of what seemed to be a trolley table with its wheels in a locked position.  

Quickly her ankles were secured in leather straps on thick chains that hung from the top corners of a large rectangular metal frame in the middle of the play room. The straps pulled her legs up and away from her body in a V. Steve then secured her wrists with leather cuffs to the tight chain around her waist, giving her very limited room to move.

Daphne didn't say anything, but looked anxiously around the room to try and see what the set-up was and if she could discern any giveaways as to what Steve's treatment for her would be. She was more excited than scared, but knew that a good dose of fear was warranted when dealing with a sadist of his caliber. She'd seen the images and videos of his female slaves from back in the Pain Clinic days. A single session with Steve left them cut, bleeding, bruised and beaten with enough puncture wounds to scar them for life. And she was going to get a double dose tonight.

There were so many toys and tools in her immediate vicinity that she was unable to really see a pattern. Steve was rummaging through some supplies behind her and she couldn't see what he was doing, so she just made sure that she was in the most comfortable position on her back. Looking straight above her, she noticed a big winch-like structure and she saw that most of the ceiling above her was covered with mirrors. She saw that Steve walked back over to her.   

"I'm going to bind your tits," he said. "I will prepare your tits for the start of the first session now." His large hands cupped Daphne's large breasts, squeezing them at the base, molding them into bulging orbs of flesh.  

"Your tits are nice and firm. But I will make them even bigger tonight. I will tie them up and then inflate them like balloons before I work on them."

He used both hands to wrap a tight elastic rubber band around the base of Daphne's left breast and pushed it all the way down against her chest plate, pulling as much of her breast above the band as possible. Then he repeated the process on her right breast. The bands, both about an inch wide, put a lot of pressure on Daphne's tits, compressing the meat into two large orbs on her chest.

Daphne sighed silently. The pressure on her tits made her pussy tingle. She didn't have to wonder long what would be next, as Steve used a long piece of thin, metal wire to individually bind each breast even tighter, wrapping the wire tightly around the rubber bands. The skin of her breasts started to turn dark red already.

When he was done, his hands traced the taut skin of her bulging orbs and his fingers squeezed her big nipples before reaching out to grab his next instrument of torture. Next to Daphne on both sides hung several large IV-bags filled with a clear solution. The corresponding IV-pumps were already fully prepared to deliver the contents of the bags at a moderately high rate. Steve took his time to carefully insert two heavy gauge hypodermic needles one by one deep into each of Daphne's tied tits. He inserted one from the outside right on top of the elastic band and metal wire and the other from the top right at the edge of Daphne's areolas.  

When he turned the IV pumps on, he said "These pumps will inject a fluid into your tits to inflate them. It is almost like a saline solution, but has some extra kick in it."

Steve picked up a studded riding crop and started to skillfully administer sharp hits that dotted the purplish skin of Daphne's breasts with red accents, evoking short but loud shrieks from her. After a minute or two, he started concentrating on just her areolas, alternating three strokes left and right with increased force until he had Daphne in tears.

With his left hand, Steve rubbed Daphne's nipples. His right hand was now between her legs, rubbing up her thighs to her pussy. But he didn't touch her there. He stopped and walked back to his supplies to gather the things he needed.

Daphne had closed her eyes when Steve administered the hits with the riding crop. She liked the way he built up the pain in short and fast increments and was pleasantly surprised with his gentle rubbing of her nipples. Now he was gone again, she tried to look in the mirror on the ceiling to see what he was doing. Slowly but surely, her tits started to feel like they were on fire.

Steve came back with four large syringes. "I'm going to help the fluid in your tits now. I want them much bigger for later on. It would take more than an hour to do it just by IV-pump, so I'm going to inject 750 cc's in each tit by hand."

Daphne looked scared and couldn't disguise her fear. Steve saw it and tried to explain more. "The machines will pump from the side and from the top. I will fill from the bottom and the nipple, so that the fluid is spread evenly across. You will get up to 1500cc's of fluid in each tit until it starts oozing out of your skin."

He first started working on her left breast, inserting the first syringe deep into Daphne's bound tit from the bottom, slowly pushing the solution in and pulling the needle out as he dispersed the fluid. When about half of the first syringe was administered, he pulled the needle out, which led to a small trickle of blood down from the underside of Daphne's breast on to her stomach. Then he found a new spot the push the needle in and injected the rest of the fluid into the other side of her left breast.

Daphne's tits were in severe pain from all the bondage and fluid pressure, not to mention the harsh strokes she received from the riding crop. She could deal with the needles, which
only hurt when they broke the skin, and tried to rub her legs together, but couldn't because of her ankle cuffs.

After Steve repeated the process on her right breast, he discarded the second syringe and grabbed the third. This one went straight into Daphne's left breast through the nipple. She moaned loud as the tip of the needle slid in and the full 4 inches of the thick needle slowly disappeared into her breast. Steve distributed the fluid from the syringe as evenly as he could and took his time to slowly retract the needle until all the fluids were gone from the reservoir.  

When he was done with all four syringes, Daphne's breasts looked like deformed balloons, bulging with fluids. Some blood and fluid was trickling from the puncture wounds while the IV pumps were still administering more. He discarded the empty syringes and returned with a simple vibrator.  

Daphne moaned as he stimulated her pussy lips and clit directly with the vibrator, rubbing it up and down over her wet slit. Steve made sure that he rattled her just enough to get her comfortable with the increased pain level, but stopped way short of what she wanted.

"It is time to start working on you now while the rest of the fluid gets pumped into your tits. You are aware that there will be no safe word for the sessions tonight?"

"Yes, master," Daphne replied. She had not spoken a word since she entered the play room, because that was the deal: do not speak unless spoken to.

"Do you have any questions?"

"No, master."

Steve proceeded as planned. He produced a black leather hood from his supplies and it didn't take him long to fit it around Daphne's head. Her high pony tail went through the back of the hood, which he closed tightly with a laced rope. The hood covered her eyes and nose and most of her head, but left her cheeks and mouth free. It featured two large metal rings where the leather covered her eyes, and several smaller ones all around.

Steve used the smaller rings to tightly secure the hood, and in it Daphne's head, to the surface of the trolley table. When he was done, Daphne's head was completely immobilized.

"First, I am going to make sure your mouth stays open for the next part," Steve said. He produced a small metal tray and placed it on Daphne's stomach. It felt cold to the touch. From it, he took two short elastic bands with fish hooks on each end, careful not to stab his own fingers in the process.

He checked the needles through which his IV pumps squirted the fluids into Daphne's tits before hooking one side of both short elastic bands through the rings on Daphne's hood. When they were hooked up by the fish hooks, he pulled up Daphne's upper lip and unceremoniously pushed the left fish hook through the upper left part of her lip. She shrieked, but to no avail. Shortly after, the upper right part of her lip was also secured by the second short elastic band, effectively exposing the teeth and gums of her upper jaw.

Steve produced similar albeit longer elastic bands from the metal tray and hooked one side of each into Daphne's nipples before securing her lower lip much in the same fashion that her upper lip was already done. The piercings themselves didn't produce much blood. It was the pull from the elastic bands that caused some red streams to trickle down Daphne's chin and tits.

This kind of treatment was new for Daphne, who was already trying to adjust to the extra fluid weight on her chest. Never before had anyone used fish hooks on her face. She was scared that the holes would leave scars. She had plenty all over her torso and lower body, but she wasn't sure she was prepared for having them on her face. It was the fact that she didn't know what Steve was going to do next, that frightened her the most.  

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Steve was already pulling and tugging on her other set of lips, the ones between her legs. He used musketon hooks on the spacers in her outer labia to secure them to thin chains with a weight hanging from them. With the weights hanging left and right of her thighs, her outer labia were opened nicely for Steve to start working on her inner labia.

They both received two fish hooks each. Even though the hooks were just as sharp, it cost him considerably more effort to break the skin than with the ones through her mouth. It was quite painful for Daphne, who panted and shrieked while Steve made sure everything was where he wanted it.  

When all four of them were in place, he used a new method to secure the other ends of the elastic bands; he stretched the bands out as far as needed and used a staple gun to secure the fish hooks at the other end to Daphne's thighs. Daphne wasn't prepared for this and wailed out loud as he shot the staples in. Then he took the small vibrator again and used it to tease her wet pussy some more.

"I am almost ready to give you your first treatment. One more thing to take care of!"

The last thing he produced from the metal tray on Daphne's stomach was another, longer elastic band with large alligator clamps on both ends. Steve clicked the alligators together for Daphne, who had no idea what he was holding or what he would do next. She tried to listen and hear what was going on, but before she knew it, Steve's left hand tightly secured her head while he commanded her to stick her tongue out as far as she could.

Reluctantly, she complied.  

Steve placed one of the alligator clamps as far on her tongue as he could and slowly let it snap shut. Instinctively, Daphne moaned and tried to pull her tongue back, but it was to no avail. Steve pulled on the elastic band and walked over to Daphne's pussy, where he had no problem probing her clit out of its loose hood. There was quite some tension on the elastic band already, but Steve really had to pull it in to be able to snap the other alligator on Daphne's clit. She gurgled and shrieked as much as her pulled tongue allowed when the alligator's sharp teeth crushed her throbbing clitoris.

Steve didn't pay much attention to his squirming and moaning slave girl, but instead went on with his work.

"I want to take you to new masochistic heights that you have never reached," Steve explained as he continued gathering supplies.  

"I know you are an experienced pain slut when it comes to your tits, pussy and ass. I know I have to be extreme, even for my standards, to make this memorable for you," he said. "But I also want you to experience new things and make you suffer pain in places that may not yet be directly linked to your arousal."

He checked the IV drips again and produced a small pink vibrator from his supplies. Before Daphne heard its sound, it was already buzzing between her legs.

Steve started his game of arousal and pain by gently stimulating her pussy and clamped clit with the vibrator. He knew exactly what to do and how long to do it to get her arousal up a notch or two before adding some pain to the pleasure.

"You know," he said, "I hope this will not be the last of our sessions, because if you're up for it, I would like to train you more to link your arousal to non-genital pain. I will start now with you."

He put the vibrator down and grabbed a metal tray and put it on Daphne's stomach. This one also felt cold to her skin.

Without any explanation or ceremony, Steve started working on Daphne's face. He used a forceps to clamp down her already clamped and stretched tongue and inserted three long and fairly thick skewers from top to bottom through it.  

Daphne tried to move as Steve pushed the sharp pins through, but her head was tightly restrained in the hood. She screamed, but of course it was to no avail: all three were pushed through within moments.

Steve now resumed the stimulation with the vibrator, while enlightening his pain slut about his next moves.  

"Just relax, the next one is going to be much worse," he said. The buzz of the vibrator sent pleasant tingles through her body.  

"See, just relax now. You can take it."

Daphne didn't know what to think exactly. She wasn't used to this kind of pain, but as her arousal from the vibrator grew, she was able to deal with the pain. The iron taste in her mouth from the seeping blood made her a little nauseous, though.

Steve put the vibrator down again, much to the dismay of Daphne, who wanted just a little more and knew that something new was about to come.

Using his forceps again, Steve pushed another skewer through Daphne's tongue. But this time, it took considerably more effort as he pushed the pin sideways from left to right.

Daphne had never felt anything like this and screamed her lungs out as much as she could, coughing on the blood that was pooling in the back of her mouth. It didn't deter Steve from his goal, though, and with a good bit of effort, the skewer went clean through from left to right, just behind the row of three skewers that pierced her tongue from top to bottom.

"Do you think," Steve started a question. "Do you think you can take one more for me like that?"

Daphne's mind nodded a fierce 'No', but there was no way for her to express it, so Steve continued his work and pierced a fifth and final skewer through Daphne's tongue. This one also went sideways and it sat between the row of three and the clamped tip of her tongue.

"You could one day be the queen of the Thaipusam!" he exclaimed. "Do you know the Thaipusam?" he wanted to know, knowing full well that Daphne was unable to answer any question.

"It is a religious festival in the Far East, where devoted people pierce skewers through their bodies much like you are experiencing now."

Steve went back to his vibrator and gave Daphne a well-needed boost in arousal. He took her further than he'd previously done, but left her hanging in the end.
"Ha, you will not cum until you have taken everything I planned," he laughed.

"I am almost done with your mouth, for now," he enlightened Daphne as he quickly finished the assault on her mouth with six 10-gauge needles through each of her lips, from the inside out. He capped the needles with small cork caps to prevent accidental injury.

The needles were much easier to push through her lips and they were relatively painless for Daphne.

Steve removed the now empty metal tray from her stomach and went over to a group of burning black candles in glass containers. He picked two of them up and walked back over to Daphne.  

The candles had been burning in their glass containers for a while and had some liquid hot wax ready to be used. Steve started with Daphne's face, slowly dripping some of the hot black wax on her lips, gums, teeth, cheeks and stretched tongue. Before she knew what was going on, he poured a full stream down. It hardened in her mouth, on her tongue, lips, cheek and neck after it ran down and burned her delicate and sensitive skin.

Next up was a full stream on her clamped and exposed clit, with the black wax running down into her wide open pussy before hardening there. Daphne wailed as Steve poured the hot wax down. And he wasn't about to stop. Second layers of wax were for wimps as far as Steve was concerned, so he put the candles down and removed the wax as much as he could with his hands before he repeated the process.

He played with the wax for a while until he started noticing that most of the IV fluids were gone from the bags they were being pumped out of. Closer inspection of Daphne's bulging tits showed that they were as good as saturated and fluid was seeping out of her skin here and there. Steve removed the IV needles from Daphne's tits and ran his hands over the taut, glassy, wet skin. Just his touch was enough to evoke a noise from Daphne.  

"Bravo girl, you now have about 1800cc's of fluid in each of your tits," he exclaimed. "If you could look at them, you would see how magnificent they are!"

And they looked magnificent indeed. They were pumped up to over twice their original size and since the beginning of the session, their color changed from tanned pink to dark purple to a glassy greyish purple. There were only little streams of blood trickling down from the needle holes and where the fish hooks pierced her nipples.  

Steve picked up a heavy flogger and dragged the thick leather strands over Daphne's tits, making sure he caught the chain between Daphne's tongue and clit in the process, yanking it a little back and forth with the movement of the strands. It didn't take long before the flogger swooshed through the air and pain rained down on Daphne's bulging and inflated tits.

Before long, Daphne was a sobbing mess. She was crying her eyes out from the excruciating pain in her breasts and strained against her handcuffs. The flogger occasionally caught the elastic bands between the fish hooks in Daphne's lower lip and her nipples, adding some extra pull and causing some more blood to seep out of the piercing wounds.

"You know," Steve started to explain, "you'd better enjoy the comfort that you're in right now. It will change very soon!"

He kept working the flogger on her tits for a little bit until he thought it was enough to move on. He unclipped the clamps from Daphne's tongue and clit, which produced a high-pitched shriek from the girl. Next to be gone were the fish hooks in her nipples. He cut them with a wire cutter to remove them, but left the ones in her lower lip on the other end of the elastic bands.

Now he was getting ready for the next part. Steve brought over two large metal screw-on clamps. Each clamp basically consisted of two inch-wide metal bars connected with bolts and wing nuts on both opposing ends. Right next to the wing nuts were eye bolts on both ends.

Steve opened one of them and placed the metal bars around Daphne's left bulging breast. He pressed it down against her rib cage and started tightening the wing nuts. Within a few seconds, the clamp started crushing against the metal wire which bound Daphne's breasts at the base.  

Steve didn't fully tighten the clamp yet. First, he gave Daphne's right breast the same treatment and when both clamps were locked into place, he started to really tighten the four wing nuts on the clamps.  

Daphne moaned as the metal clamps crushed her already abused breasts even more. Steve didn't stop when he couldn't tighten the wing nuts any more with his hands. Instead, he produced some pliers, which made the rest of the job somewhat easier. With these clamps tightened more and more, Daphne's tits became more wide and elongated at the base.

When Steve was satisfied that Daphne's tits were crushed enough at the base to ensure that the clamps would not slip off, he stopped the tightening of the wing nuts. But of course, it was better to be safe than sorry and he wanted to make absolutely sure that there would be no slippage for the rest of the session.

"Your tits are nice and tight now," he told Daphne, who by now didn't know which way was up anymore, but was clear-headed enough to know that this couldn't be even close to Steve's endgame. "But I have to make sure that the clamps will not slip off later on."

He walked over to his supplies and produced another metal tray which he placed on Daphne's abdomen again. She was totally unaware of what would happen next, unable to see what Steve was doing, because of her hood.  

Steve produced a surgical hammer from the tray in his right hand. In his left, he held a fairly thick metal rod, one of a set of four that he brought in his tray. The rod was about five inches long and at least a quarter of an inch wide, with a hollow center. Its tip was razor sharp and gradually tapered off to the full width of the rod.

He started with her left breast, positioning the sharp tip of the rod right above the heavy metal clamp that he has just tightened around the base of Daphne's ballooning tits. Holding the rod with one hand, he delivered two strong taps with his hammer, which was enough to slide the sharp rod through the meat of Daphne's breast like a knife through butter.  

Daphne shrieked at the impact and her sound changed to a low moan as Steve pushed the skewer further through her breast. There was surprisingly little blood as the tip broke through the skin on the underside. When he was satisfied with the position of the rod, Steve produced another one from his metal tray and aligned it about two inches away from the first, again right above the metal clamp.

Three taps later, the second rod was pierced straight through the base of Daphne's left breast, right above the heavy metal clamp that crushed her inflated tits. She strained against her bonds, tugging her wrists against the cuffs that secured them to the tight chain around her waist. Steve made sure both of the rods were exactly where he wanted them before the next step of his treatment.

Daphne's breathing relaxed as Steve waited a few moments and ran his fingers over the taut, glassy grey stretched skin of Daphne's tits. She could handle the dull ache for now and was preparing herself for what would inevitably be next.

She didn't have to wait long. Steve produced a third rod from his metal tray and pressed its sharp tip into the meat of Daphne's right breast. Within a minute or so, both of Daphne's tits were pierced with two thick metal rods each, right above the heavy clamps that were placed around the base of her saline inflated orbs.

Steve discarded the empty tray and ran his hands over the stretched skin of Daphne's tits again.

"Yes, it is ready," he said and used a remote control box to lower a hook from the ceiling with one of his motorized winches. When it was about a foot above Daphne's chest, he stepped away for a second to pick up a prepared contraption of metal chains.

He produced a metal ring with four thick chains hanging from it, the two in the middle slightly shorter than the ones on the outside. All four chains featured snap hooks at their ends. Steve connected the metal ring to the hook dangling over Daphne's chest and quickly connected the snap hooks from the chains to the eyelets on the opposing ends of the two metal breast clamps. The slightly shorter chains were connected to the eyelets on the inside, between Daphne's breasts, the longer chains on the opposing ends on the outside.

Daphne couldn't see anything, but she knew what would be next. She was trying to compose herself and brace for it. And she guessed right. Steve used the winch control to pull the chains up, not dramatically, but just enough to put a good pull on the clamps and to stretch Daphne's tits up. She gasped for air as the winch lifted her slowly and the clamps felt like they were going to rip her breasts off.

Steve lifted her just enough so that her shoulders could still provide limited support for her if she arched her back just in the right way. He knew this was the perfect moment to make her dance a little before he would take that support away.

He picked up a studded riding crop and started hitting the sides of her breasts, where the skin started to get really stretched. There must have been some wicked studs on the tip of that crop, because every hit created an almost instant bruising and bleeding of the skin. Daphne screamed out in pain. Steve didn't back down, however, and continued to work on the sides of both of Daphne's breasts. Her wriggling caused her to lose her shoulder support more and more.

When he did eventually stop, it was brief, and only to slightly lower the trolley table Daphne was on. Just an inch was enough to basically take away her shoulder support. It only took five more hits of the riding crop to really send her flying as she didn't have the strength anymore to arch her back enough to find support.

And so Daphne was now suspended from her clamped tits and ankles. Steve took the brakes off the wheels of his trolley table and slowly pulled it away from under his slave girl. He pushed it to the side and returned to her to remove the hood and the hooks in her lips.

Daphne was relieved when he cut the fish hooks and removed them from her lips. It wasn't as painful as she feared, but she wasn't keen on having her face played with and she still had all the needles through her lips and the skewers through her tongue.

Her eyes had to adjust to the bright studio lights when Steve slipped her hood off. She tried to focus on the mirrors above her, but it was hard with the crushing pain on her breasts. Steve put the hood away and started talking to her again.

"It is now time to try out a new toy on your breasts. I had it made by a good friend from Russia and you will be the first to enjoy it here! I have seen videos of it, but you will be the first to experience it here in Pain Clinic."

Steve produced a two identical contraptions, which he had obviously prepared for tonight. He immediately attached them to Daphne's breasts. At the bottom of them, a small metal clamping ring went around Daphne's nipples. Steve secured the nipples in the rings by tightening the rings and by pushing short but fairly thick sharp pins through the nipples.  

The weight of the instruments was enough leave them hanging sideways from Daphne's breasts while Steve grabbed more things to assemble his newest torture device.

He came back with a tray full of metal pins. They were about 6 inches long and pointy, however not as sharp as the skewers Steve regularly used in his sessions.

Starting with the device on Daphne's left breast, Steve fitted twelve of the pins in a circle around the nipple attachment. They were each placed into guiding holes and when all twelve were in place, Steve closed the top of the device with a second part. It kept all pins in place at their top. It took him a minute to make sure all pins aligned correctly with the top part.

"You now have a very devious device attached to your breasts," Steve started enlightening Daphne about her current predicament. "I have fitted your left breast with a spike pump, see?"

The top of the device was fitted with a foot-long tube with a squeeze handle attached to it. Steve tried to show it to Daphne, who was more concerned with avoiding to choke on the excessive saliva from her drooling than what he was showing her.

"I will not bore you with the technical details of this marvelous wonder. Just know that with every squeeze of the handle, I will pump air into the pressure chambers on top,
which will push all the pins down. You will feel them pressing against your skin now."

After the first few squeezes, the pins started moving down, pressing into Daphne's areoles. Steve continued until the device erected itself enough to stand freely on top of her bulging, bound purple breasts.

"Because the pins are not razor sharp, it will take some effort to start breaking your skin. But as they are pushed down and don't break the skin yet, your nipple will be pulled up by the pressure. So it will become a game of tug-of-war between the skin of your areoles and your nipples. And trust me, your nipples will win."

With the first spike pump in place, Steve spent the next minutes installing the second device on Daphne's right breast. When that one was also in place, he pumped both devices up to a level that was already quite uncomfortable for Daphne. The devices pressed the 24 pins down into the skin of her areoles while simultaneously pulling her nipples up. Together with the pain from being suspended from her saline-injected breasts, this was a lot to handle, even for a seasoned pain slut like her.

Steve stepped back for a few moment to admire his work so far. He was nearly done with the first segment of his two-part session. Daphne's tits would have to endure just a little
more before he'd be ready to move on to working on her pussy and ass in the second segment.  

Steve wanted to keep Daphne's level of arousal up, to make sure he milked every second of play time with this unique pain slut. He used his vibrator again to get her juices flowing. All the while he took his time with the air pumps.  

Careful not to get his toy too close to the brink of orgasm, Steve paid closer attention to her reactions than to the pins pressing against her areoles. He nearly missed it when the first pin broke the skin, but devoted his full attention to this marvelous sight and dropped the vibrator when he noticed the pins sliding in.

Daphne's left breast was the first to get skewered. Steve continued to squeeze the handles and shortly after the first pin slid in, the others followed.  

Daphne was already panting, howling and screaming. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she strained against her bonds as Steve's squeezes also created enough pressure for the pins on her right areola to break through.

It was quite a sight and Steve was enjoying every moment of it. Here he had a seasoned pain slut with one of the sexiest bodies he'd ever seen, suspended by her ankles and grotesquely inflated tits. She was coughing and almost choking on her saliva and blood after he skewered her tongue repeatedly. And he was pushing twenty-four skewers into her bulging tits simultaneously right now.

It took quite some force of the pushing devices to push the tips of the pins through the skin of Daphne's areoles. Even though the skin was stretched taut from the ridiculous amount of saline in her tits, the pins managed to create some deep indents before they slid through. Daphne's nipples were pulled up and away by the same force and looked like they were getting pulled off by the device. Slowly, though, the pressure on the tips of the pins became too much and one by one they started poking through the skin of Daphne's tits.

Once the skin of the areoles was broken, they slid in fairly easily and the pull on her nipples subsided. Steve continued pumping the handles until about two inches of the pins were sticking out of Daphne's tits.

With the pins far enough in, Steve disconnected them from the pumping device and removed the piercing rods through Daphne's nipples that held the device in place. Little streams of blood seeped out and ran down the sides of Daphne's tits.

Steve put the pumps away and ran his fingers over the ends of the pins, pressing on them for a little bit.  

"Now that is one of the most wonderful things I have ever seen," he exclaimed. "I think we're almost ready to move on to the next part of this session, but now I see your tits like this, I want to do something else first."

He went over to one of the corners of the room and wheeled in a mobile electrical unit.

Before Daphne knew it, he had created two closed circuits from the unit. Both Daphne's nipples received an alligator clamp and Steve placed the opposing ends of the circuits on one of the twelve pins around the corresponding nipple. He wasn't going to start slowly and build this electro play up. With a flick of two switches, he started frying Daphne's breasts at a moderately high setting immediately. While her tits felt like they were already ripped off her chest, this new and sharp sensation caused Daphne to spasm and she danced in her suspension, much to Steve's delight.

He picked up a flogger and positioned himself for some hard strikes at her gaping pussy. Her outer labia were still stretched sideways by the heavy chains connected to her spacers and her inner labia were still stretched by the fish hooks stapled to her thighs.  

Steve tried to time his strikes in sync with the jolts of electricity that were sent through Daphne's tits. He made her dance for a few minutes and enjoyed every second of this little improv. Finally, he put the flogger away and disconnected the electrical unit. It was time to continue with the scheduled program.