Rishi shivered as the man rested his gun on her. She had to take a few short breaths to remind herself that everything was still going according to plan. When he continued talking though the panic rose in her mind again. It rose so much she wasn't quite paying attention to where certain connections on her body were when she tried to stand up.<br/><br/>Once more the bane of her existence the large ring of her nipple chain had gotten itself stuck on the opposite corner of the coffee table when she was pushed down. Rishi had suddenly stood up and yanked her own breasts harder than anything else she'd had happen to them. The elf screamed and slipped. Thanks to her heeled boots she had no friction and her feet fly forward, taking her lower body under the table.<br/><br/>And in the end the elf continued crying briefly before moving her head back and looking at the men with tears in her eyes. "Help, please it hurts so much." She said slowly between breaths. In her predicament it really would hurt. Without the arm strength to pull herself back up Rishi was dangling in the air beneath the table held up only by her nipple chain. Her massive chest stretched out and it was only by virtue of her upgrades that her hadn't torn anything. Even so she was trapped so the men could use her as they saw fit. Her mouth remained open as she cried and thanks to gravity her breasts were likely as tight as they ever would be if one of them wanted to tit-fuck her.