Silvia was standing on her toes. Her legs aching from the strain, as she had been forced to stand like this for some time. Her arms also ached from being stretched from the chain above her head. Silvia's last visual memory was looking at her wrist cuffs being clipped to the end of the chair, right before the blindfold covered her eyes.
Yes she hurt from effort to stand there like that, but there was also warmth.
The warmth of his touch. Warmth from the pressing of his body along her back. The warmth of his hands running up and down trunk. Stroking her stomach. Fondling her tits. Rubbing the inside of her thighs. There was the warmth from His breath in her ear, the growling barely above a whisper.
Suddenly.....
There was also pain! Crushing pain! He had grabbed her genitals with a powerful grip! Silvia could feel the pain radiate from between her legs to fan out through out her body. Oh it was glorious!
The growl turned into a question: "Who does this belong to?"
Silvia cried from the pain and the question. When she didn't answer fast enough, the pain grew three fold.
"Who DOES this BELONG to?" the pain whispered into her ear.
She screamed "YOU! " then she whispered back
"it belongs to you..."
"That's right, "the pain said lovingly
"This cunt belongs to me."
