I’ve always wondered how far someone will go to save their own skin…literally. So, I devised an experiment for the sole reason to find out. It’s so easy to catch prey this time of summer; in fact, I snagged this one from her own backyard. In the middle of the day, most people are at work; and, she was sunbathing in her backyard. It was almost as if she was waiting for me.
So, I brought her back to my dungeon and took her bathing suit off with a few snips of the scissors. Then, I attached her to my contraption. I put on the strongest nipple clamps that I had; then, I attached them to a bucket with heavy rocks. She would be forced to keep her arms elevated in order to prevent that entire weight from being transferred to her nipple clamps. The weight and the force, combined, would definitely tear off her nipples if she dropped the buckets.
The first couple of minutes weren’t too bad; but, she was already showing signs of fatigue. Those shoulder muscles were getting tired; and I could see her hands and even knees shaking. It was the perfect time to explain the repercussions of dropping the heavy buckets. I informed her that the lower the buckets became, the more likely her nipples would be ripped from her body. She looked like she was going to be sick; but, the pain of holding the weighted buckets became her focus once again.
As a sort of stroke of genius, I added another attachment to the weighted buckets: this time, a clamp on her clit. Her eyes were wide. The clip was so tight that a little bit of blood was dripping from it already. She probably thought that she survived for days; but, it was only about thirty minutes. I sped things up by putting more weight in the buckets. Droplets of blood on her nipples and clit fell to the floor until they were pools. Her face was wet with sweat; and, she looked hopeless. I reminded her that it was all up to her…she could save herself.
Finally, I offered her a deal: drop the buckets, lose nipples and clit, and I will kill her swiftly; drop one of the buckets, lose a nipple and possibly her clit, and I will release her to live her own life. She sobbed, but finally, she just stared at her breasts. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, stepped back and dropped everything. She screamed in agony as the flesh was torn from her body; I bent over and slit her throat, watching the scene as she bled out.
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