EXTRACT FOR
The Auction
(Anna Mann)

Adam had been preparing for some time, that was obvious to Reba as she tried not to stare at the blood seeping from her nipple. The jaws of the clip had been strong and the serrations sharp, Mike had given enough pressure for the skin to break, now the tiny piercings oozed. Adam had whistled as he assembled a metal frame, two A sections that stood on either side of the table and a heavy cross section that joined them.

What the hell is that for? Reba questioned, her mind still a little muddled. She had shocked herself! The pain had been the most severe that she'd ever experienced, it had been pure agony, yet the circumstances had made it almost... enjoyable.

That is far from correct she told herself firmly, because the pain was horrific, it was what it did to me that was arousing. Each savage stab of agony that had raced from her nipples had lifted her higher and higher, it was a building euphoria, she hated what was happening but prayed that it wouldn't end. Every new jolt edging her closer and closer to orgasm. When Graham had bitten her nipple like a wild dog it had been the final spark her climax had needed and she had shuddered and wailed as a massive orgasm had torn through her body. 

And then Adam used the battery on me, that was true pain.

And now I am his for an hour.

I think this is going to be the longest hour of my life, but I'm sure it is an hour that I will never forget.

Adam pressed down as hard as he could on the cross section then nodded, clearly he was satisfied with his construction.

"I own a metal working company," he told Reba as he attached a small pulley to the underside of the cross bar, "And one boring weekend I invented this contraption. Sadly I've never been able to test it... until now."

Reba watched him thread a slender wire rope through the pulley, on the end was a small yet stout hook. Her concern began to blossom, the rope and pulley were obviously designed to lift something. And I think that 'something' is going to be me. Images from bondage magazines suddenly flooded her mind, girls who had their tits tightly bound, so tight that the skin was turning purple. And they get hung by their bound tits. But that can't work she told herself, those girls were always standing, and they were hung from a high beam or the ceiling. Adam's pulley was only a couple of feet above her chest, there was no way he could suspend her.

"Now the fun really begins."

Reba opened her eyes and looked up at him. Adam stood over her, and from his hand dangled two large fish hooks joined together by a short cord. Instantly she began to shake her head as understanding cleared her mind, she knew what he was about to do, and it was definitely a step too far.