Alina cluttered from such merciless circulation, acquiring a dark, blue-red tint, and almost lost their sensitivity. Alina, almost panting from her overwhelming feelings, endured all the tortures millimeter from orgasm, wanting to fall into oblivion from the sensations overwhelming her. When Alina’s clitoris turned into a poured petal, I bandaged it at the base with a copper wire, making several turns for reliability. I missed another piece of wire through the rings in her nipples and smoothly pulled it off with the first. The nipples and the clitoris were pulled with each other string wire, delivering impossible suffering to Alina. She tried to bend to at least somehow weaken the tension, but the ropes firmly fixed her hips in place, and the loop on her neck did not give the opportunity to tear her head off. I pulled the wire even more, isolating the contact place with electrical tape. Now Alina was immobilized not only by tension of the ropes, but also with new flashes of pain in her clitoris and nipples that appeared at the slightest stir.
Alina wandered from pain and constant tension somewhere between the state of unconsciousness, hopelessness and pleasure. Her body was now able to endure those sweet torments of which she dreamed about, and I knew well how to do it. In the arsenal of my means for sexual torture, a rarely used thing was – an electric generator of constant and pulsed current. Now Alina’s body was ready to turn into an electrical conductor, and her nipples and clitoris were ready terminals… It is on them that the torture of electric charges will be trimmed first. I connected one clamp to the copper wires, tightening the nipples and clitoris Alina, which were pulled with impatience, and launched a weak current. Then he took a pump for anal plug, still fanning the exhausted anus Alina, and made two energetic pitching. Alina’s face was distorted by a grimace, she tried to jerk, but tightly tightened nipples and the clitoris instantly returned her to a motionless state of humility and intense expectation of new executions. Alina lost the time. Her ass was already ready to burst from endless torment, now I have reached the limit of her patience in the anus, Alina Zastonala. I added a current in the generator. Now she was tormented not only by a revealed anus, but also by a sweet pain in blood clitoris and nipples. And he switched the generator to the impulse mode, now Alina’s body began to penetrate the charges in short bursts, involuntarily forcing her muscles to contract a little. If the nipples were still able to endure these bullying, then the aching clitoris brought Alina as much pain as the anus torn to the limit. She groaned louder, unable to transfer it.
I transferred the generator to the voltage control and set a series of pulses of 100 volts. A rare person will wip out such a stress with constant current passage, however, when reducing the time of impulses, human resources may be enough for several minutes of such torture. Alina’s moan became louder, she could no longer endure and, passing through the threshold of restraining pain, began to approach the orgasm.
Now she really distinguished her sensations badly. Alina turned into a tight ball of tension, nerves, pain and pleasure. After five minutes of such an execution, she could really finish from the fact that her clitoris would extinguish a cigarette. Alina moaned and fidgeted on the bed, tormenting herself even more. With very strict and long -term executions, the perception of pain changes, it becomes the only welcome sensation. No tender caresses will now bring Alina to the top of bliss. The pain was now her only way to orgasm and release. Almost gasping from the waves of frenzy, she asked for more and more.
Having unscrewed the penis of the generator on the maximum, I watched for several seconds like Alina, Skulya and fidgeting, trying to catch up with the enjoyment petal, slipping away in multiple layering of pain. Then he took out a working vibrator from her pussy and replaced it with the thickest Dido, which was in my arsenal, about 8 cm. In diameter. When I planted Alina on Dildo, she already poorly understood what was happening. She swayed from side to side, biting her lips, as if in a fever. Her exhausted clitoris, turning into a tight lump of flesh, was least like a pleasure instrument, the torment of which he brought her smoothly transferred her to the pre -corporal agony. The huge dildo on which I planted Alina over the entire length of her vagina stuck out of her open pussy, as if wanting to drill her to the ground.
I lit a candle, and after waiting for the paraffin to melt, I dripped it on the nipple of Alina. She would scream if not for a gag. The next drop fell next to the first, instantly hardening on the skin. It really was higher than her strength. Alina howled in the voice, not stopping fidgeting the bed, looking for deliverance in only one. Under Alina’s roller moans, I took in each hand a candle, carefully dripped her both nipples, convulsively twitching from electric discharges. Alina brought to the limit, without stopping, ached into her voice, and, straining with all her strength, twitched and fidgeted on the bed, bringing herself to complete exhaustion.
Drops of molten paraffin walked on the stomach and reached the pussy. Alina could no longer moan, she fought silently in convulsions and longed for only one, when after a couple of seconds, the paraffin accumulated in a few candles with a thin stream touched her lilac clitoris, and ran down a small stream and immediately enveloping the flesh that was numb from the torture.
Alina screamed for a long time with pain, not yet realizing that along with this immersion in the fiery ocean somewhere in the very depths of her flesh, a bright red flower of all-consuming feelings was revealed. There, a fountain of pleasure begins in the depths, with every second more and more, leaving nothing but a storm that rushes through each vein of your body, turning every moment into eternal self -forgetfulness in the depths of the raging elements….
…When Alina woke up, it was noon. The sun shone shamelessly out the window. Clouds and rustle of foliage outside the window promised a wonderful day. I was preparing breakfast. Alina inaudibly on tiptoe came up to me and hugged me, clinging her chest to my back.
– Thank you!… It was our best night with you!…
Turning around, I looked into her eyes. They radiated light. I gently and gently kissed her lips.
– Our best night is still ahead…
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