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her into submission. The men lifted her easily up onto the table, pushed her down onto her back and began tying her. First her arms, with her wrists still bound were pulled back over her head and strapped firmly to the wood. This made her back arch and pushed her breasts up. Next a wide leather belt mounted at its ends on the table itself was buckled tightly around her waist and finally her legs were wrenched wide apart and her ankles strapped down as well.
    One of the brothers calmly whistling between his teeth began to examine her. He ran his hands over the prominent mounds of her breasts and pulled at the nipples, stretching the pink flesh away from the tawny areola. He glanced down at her when she moaned into her gag.
    “Big tits always look good when they’re ringed,” he said, pulling the right nipple taut.
    Paula had been rolling her head from side to side in a frantic denial of what she knew was about to happen but when she felt the touch of a cold liquid she couldn’t help craning her head up to see him just finishing wiping disinfectant over her. He moved with such quiet efficiency that she hardly saw the long, almost needle-thin blade of a wickedly pointed knife suddenly appear in one hand and before she knew what was happening the point of the long blade had pushed through the tender flesh of the nipple he was holding with his other. She saw the steel pass clean through before a sharp pain made her moan again and she let her head fall back. There was a curious, cold feeling and a soft click. When she looked again, her right nipple had a gold ring right through it. He dabbed at a few spots of blood and then just as efficiently pushed the thin blade through her left nipple. Again she felt that oddly intrusive coldness as the metal of the ring followed the blade through her wounded flesh and then there was the soft click as the internal lock was sprung. Both her breasts were now pierced and he moved down to examine her crotch.
    Paula screwed her eyes tight shut. But through the throbbing at her breasts she felt him pull at her labia, opening them, spreading them and then running the knife through each of them.
    She shrieked into her gag and wrenched at the straps that tied her as she was pierced for the first time. She couldn’t move but the pain of trying to, distracted her from the much worse one at her belly. Again she writhed and screamed as the lancing pain shot through her body for the second time, and then there was that cold feeling as the metal was pushed through the wound and finally two very definite clicks as the rings were locked.
    She was released and taken, walking wide legged to avoid aggravating the pain in her loins, to yet another room. It was a long one with three wooden bars running the whole length of it. The five girls ahead of Paula were already mounted on these but she was too drained by fear and shock to struggle as she too was mounted.
    They turned her so that her back was towards the bars. The one nearest the floor passed behind her ankles and they were shackled to it, once again well apart. Then they made her lean back so that the second bar passed behind her waist. Then she was pushed even further back, so that she was staring at the ceiling and she felt the third behind her shoulders. Her wrists were released so that her arms could be pulled out, one hand nearly touching that of her neighbour, and then using the rings in the restraints, they strapped them to the bar. She was spread out and bowed painfully backwards as the third bar was set so much farther back than the lower two. The tension in her arms was terrible, her whole body seemed to throb and ache but they were just left to suffer. From time to time Paula heard the others moaning as well.
    One at a time the rest of the group joined them until all ten were mounted in a row. Even in her discomfort, Paula could appreciate what a pretty display they made. Ten naked girls, all ten sexes spread wide open, all their breasts