A latex girl thing

“Yeph Sirpf,” mumbled Slave.

Rusty laid the carriage whip aside, snatched up her left nipple ring and tugged it upward. Slave yelped, but another tug by Rusty made her stop moving. He found, even with her awesome latex, he could lift the tit up. He took his time to snap the clamp on the ring, and then he let the breast slowly go. Her breast dropped an inch, and her nipple stretch uncomfortably upward.

“One more, now, hold still.” Rusty snatched up the breast, and in moments he admired Slave’s new ‘clamp bra’. He positioned himself around her, pulled up on the crotch tether, and instructed, “March! Don’t you dare drop your head.”

Slave shuffled as quickly as she could for the dungeon, back the way she came. Rusty stopped her with a quick tug upward and said, “You know what? Show me the rest of your apartment!” She moaned, sounding frustrated. He grabbed her leathery hair and slowly pulled it back. His other hand grabbed her chin to force her mouth closed as he pulled her head back, pulling on her marvelous tits. She quietly wept as the pain just grew.