<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The first clamp to her clit made her buck her hips and let out a sharp cry of pain mixed in with some pleasure. Fuck! It hurt...and it felt so good! Zara could practically feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs as she felt the Captain continue to place clamps all along her body.<br/><br/>She was powerless to stop the loud gasps and the shudders that traveled her body. But with every clamp, her body writhed and arched, wanting more...seeking more of the abuse. Now that she had disobeyed her Mistress, she was going to make damn sure and not repeat that again.<br/><br/>Christ but the next time she orgasmed, she was going to scream the house down and pass out!<br/><br/>Zara took deep shallow breaths, mewling when the Captain began to suckle and tease her nipples. She arched her back, tossing her head up to let out another whimper and soft scream until she felt the clamps on her nipples. The pain caused her hips to jerk, which made the clamps on her lower half wiggle and add another couple of bites of discomfort.<br/><br/>She felt like she was being bitten by ants. Zara loved it. Every hurt, every pinch, every delicious torture--<br/><br/>A hitched gasp escaped her when the Captain placed the last clamp on her lower lip, moaning softly.<br/><br/>She wished that the blindfold was taken off; she wanted the Captain to see the sting of tears in her eyes. To see the glitter of desire and want in her gaze as tears trickled out of the corner of her eyes. Not from pain -- God No! -- but from absolute pleasure and desire. She wanted nothing more than to prove to the Captain that she could be the perfect whore for her.<br/><br/>The sudden feel of the Captain's hand along her ass made her moan before a sharp wail escaped her at the sudden blows to her asscheeks. She felt her cheeks clench, her back arch and her body tremble with each spank. Every slap on her cheek made her entire body jiggle and the clamps wave and move with her motions. Her ass cheeks became bright red in no time.<br/><br/>Zara was in her very own hellish heaven. She wanted more; craved every bit of the slaps to her ass...and yet, she wanted to feel more. Experience more. She wanted the Captain to use her body as her own personal masterpiece.<br/><br/>Safe word? What Safe word? Zara would rather bleed out than ever use a safe word.<br/><br/>...But like the good little slut that she was, Zara jerked her head up and down and stammered out, her voice laced with desire and pain, "Yes, Captain...I remember..."<br/><br/>...<em>But I sure as hell won't use it</em>...</span>