The chief then emptied the contents of the canvas bag he brought with him.Wooden clothespins fell out onto the table. ? Sure you don ' t want to tellme!? ? She continued her resistance. The fat faced chief then squeezed open one of the menacing devices. Peggytwisted and squirmed as she felt the clamp around her left nipple. A matchingclothespin squeezed her right nipple, increasing her twisting and squirming. ? Ready to talk, cunt! ? For an answer she sucked in her breath, absorbing the relentless pressure.He leered at her. ? Did they teach you how to take these at spy school? ? Hereyes showed the shooting pain, but she remained silent. He curled his upperlip. ? Let ' s see how many more you can take. ? He placed another one on thefleshy part of her left mound. She sucked in again. Then all the way aroundeach breast he decorated her. The pain was constant, yet she endured it. His gaze wandered down her body. He smiled sadistically. He chose anotherclothespin. He pointed it toward her. Sarah waded knee-deep across the stream, feeling her way carefully with her frozen feet, the driving snow still stinging her body. She staggered up the embankment and searched for an opening in the hedge that bounded the stream. The only possibility was a low opening which forced her to crawl on her knees with her head ducked down. The low branches sc****d her back and released yet more snow on top of her. She was now extremely uncomfortable and becoming exhausted. She just wanted to get home to her warm little cabin.Stumbling through on to the farm track, Sarah then had to lie flat in the snow and roll under a wire fence close to the farm house. Climbing the fence with her hands tied behind her was a non-starter. Her heart was now pounding with cold and exertion. She then started to make for the other side of the open field but as she did so, her foot caught an old bucket, buried in the deep snow. The clatter disturbed the dogs which started barking madly.‘Shaddap, you miserable.
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