While Amaya lamented her fate, the avant-guarde piece of art played with her body. It was no longer satisfied with gravity pulling her down it's smooth metal length. Oh no, it wrapped around her legs and drove her up and down the steel, humming and vibrating inside the vulnerable flesh as it fed on her torment. That wasn't the only fate the lusty metal had in store for her. Another length of pipe, also with a familiar phallic shape, moved to her round rear. It pressed against the entrance to her bottom, forcing the pink star to stretch to accommodate it's size, and allowed a few inches to disappear up into the opening alongside it's more active brother.