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Her buyer rolled his eyes. “Are you dumb? Get down!” He yanked sharply on the leash, sending Cheryl tumbling to the ground with a yelp. Before she could get to her feet again, he took off towards the exit, forcing her to scramble on her hands and knees to keep up and prevent herself from being dragged on the hard wooden floor. The moment they exited the door, Cheryl tensed, realizing she finally had her chance. The old man must have realized this too, because he tightened his grip on the rope around her neck and walked even faster, not giving her the chance to hesitate or pull away from him. He led her to a large, steel-grey van with a sliding door on the back and dark, tinted windows. The old man tapped on the sliding door twice with his bony knuckles, and almost immediately it slid open, revealing a very pretty young woman. This woman mustn’t have been too much older than Cheryl herself, and she was tall and thin, with a small chest but wide buttocks. She wore a knee-length black Lolita skirt with a white frilled waist apron, and a black, lacy bra decorated with white lace and a small white bow between her dainty breasts. Sleek brown hair fell nearly to her waist, and nestled upon her head was a French maid’s cap. To complete the look, she wore white tights and a pair of black kitten heels, a look both somehow demure and slutty all at once. “Ah, Lydia.” The old man passed the leash on to the young woman. “Would you be a dear and prepare Master’s new pet for the ride home?” “Yes, sir.” The woman led Cheryl into the van with little resistance, sliding the door shut behind her. She turned the lock, then turned to Cheryl. Cheryl peered fearfully out at her new surroundings as Lydia got to work, leading the scared young girl to the middle of the van. Once any old van, this had clearly been remodeled. The back seats had been removed, and in the center, where Cheryl was now being set, were two metal ankle cuffs bolted into the floor. These were locked into place, forcing Cheryl to sit on her knees, wincing at how tight they were. Just behind her now, there was a bench bolted to the side of the van. This doubled both as a place to sit and a tool box, as the seat of the bench was a lid that could be opened. Lydia now delved into this, pulling out two lengths of rope, amongst some other toys. She used the ropes to tie Cheryl’s arms tightly above her head, securing them to D-rings that had been screwed into the van’s roof, leaving Cheryl’s chest exposed and defenseless. Next, a hood was placed over Cheryl’s head, obscuring her vison. Behind the hood, Cheryl’s lips began to tremble, a sense of hopelessness overwhelming her. She’d have no idea of telling where they’d be going, no way of running, no way of even standing up. She hung her indian head, tears sliding down her cheeks silently. Lydia continued to work professionally and wordlessly, not yet done preparing the poor girl. As the old man started to drive off, now she got the worst of the tools from the bench box. First, nipple clamps were latched onto Cheryl’s pierced nipples, eliciting a whimper and a bit of fidgeting. The clamps were connected by a delicate chain, and a second chain led to yet a third clamp, which Lydia now pulled down to clamp the poor girl’s clit. Each clamp was tightened until their imprisoned nipples and clit were bright red and searing with pain. Cheryl groaned, her eyes fluttering behind the hood, quickly realizing she now faced a whole new problem – the chain, whether by chance or design, was simply too short. If she sat upright, the chain would be stretched taut, and therefore stretch the clamps out, making the pain much more intense. However, if she bent at the waist and relieved this pain, the ropes restraining her arms were too short to allow that as well, and her arms would be forced at an odd and unbearable angle. While Cheryl struggled with her painful situation, Lydia was lubing up the final tool: a stainless-steel dildo, this was turned on, then inserted into Cheryl’s tight little pussy. Cheryl moaned, her face turning asses beet red as she dealt with the mixed feelings of pain, pleasure, and the added humiliation from the fact that she could even find pleasure in such a situation. Her pleasure-filled moans soon became a shriek of shock and pain, however, when she realized the worst part of her trap: every five minutes, the dildo would release an electric shock, the circuit running both through her pussy and by means of the clamps up to her nipples, sending pain coursing through her entire body. Alkandi moaned, parting from the kiss. Pour the remaining cum over the cubes and put the straw and lid on it and bring it with you to school. It evolved and grew, traveling down through my diaphragm, passed my navel, into my sacral, down into that spot, right at the base of my sex. 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