An Office Surprise
By JJJ
The Swede sat by the pool with JJJ, and Natacha felt awesome after getting payback on Erica after what she and the Housewives put her through, only a week ago. She was no means 100% after the grueling catfight on the beach, but she beat the blonde’s ass in front of JJJ, and after the catfight she crazy glued a starfish to each of the blonde’s breasts, and then glued Erica’s own hands atop the starfish. JJJ couldn’t believe how vicious Natacha was, and they sex they had after was better than ever. Natacha’s cheeks were still a little swollen from the punches they took, but the blonde’s mood seemed to be brighter than it had been in a while.
JJJ’s phone rang, breaking the silence, and Natacha paid no attention instead listened to the song on the radio, not really realizing her boyfriend was talking quietly and starring nervously at her. He mumbled into the phone, “Get her there…wearing something…alone up there… yeah for sure.” She caught bits and pieces and stopped listening after she was satisfied it was most definitely not Erica calling him. She had no idea if Erica would even have the nerve to call him after what she did to her, and she giggled to herself wondering just how the blonde managed to unglue her hands, or the starfish from her nipples for that matter.
After hanging up, he stood up and said he was going into the house to grab a drink and would bring her back a bottled water. The blonde rolled over on the towel, enjoying the sun, when her text alert went off on her phone. She flipped it on and quickly read a text from a number she didn’t know. It read, “Natacha this is Jose, I would like to speak with you in person about your upcoming match with Ella. I may have found a way out for you. Please meet me in my office at 5:30 today, we can discuss. Jose.” Natacha’s heart raced with anticipation, as she had no interest in going through with her oil-wrestling match against the monstrous black dyke.
JJJ returned with two water bottles, tossed one to Natacha who quickly told him about the text. He swallowed nervously, “ummm…Yeah ok that’s great…yeah I think you should meet him, maybe you won’t have to wrestle her…In fact we can go out to dinner right after…hopefully to celebrate!” Natacha’s mood suddenly brightened as she took a few swigs of the water bottle.
The blonde smiled at him, “Well if I have to meet him at 5:30, I better go inside and get ready.” She said as she rose and wrapped the towel around her sweat soaked body.
JJJ smiled over at her, “If we are going out to a nice restaurant afterwards…maybe you should wear something sexy!”
Natacha grinned, “Your’e fuckin right I will…I have a feeling this could be a great night for us!” she yelled as she walked into the house. JJJ pounded his water in a few quick swigs and had a feeling it in fact would be a very good night…maybe just not for Natacha.
A few hours later Natacha came down stairs and looked drop dead gorgeous, scantily dressed as usual, and ready to show off her rocking body. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt that barely made it half way down her incredible thighs, accentuating her heart shaped ass perfectly. A matching skintight black ribbed turtleneck looked to be a size to small as her enhanced chest bulged in the form fitting material. To complete the look Natacha had on a pair of black thigh high stockings stopping just above her knees, with black high-heeled shoes. Her make up was perfect as usual, and her long wavy hair looked stunning, flowing down over her shoulders as she made her way down the steps and planted a big kiss on JJJ’s mouth.
JJJ’s pulsed quickened as Natacha looked to die for, the turtle neck hugging her fake tits perfectly, the tight ribbed material enhancing her massive mounds of perfection. Natacha’s ass swished side to side as they made their way to the arena, the blonde hoping Jose had some good news for her, and then it would be off to a nice dinner right afterward. The drive down was quick and they entered the fairly vacant arena, JJJ looked over, “I’ll wait down here…why don’t you go up and see what the good news is about!”
Natacha smiled and made her way towards the stairs leading up to Jose’s office, “Be back…keep your fingers crossed!” she said as she ascended the stairs and entered Jose’s office. She looked around the room and saw no one was there, quickly calling out hello. Nothing, no signs of anyone and the blonde waited patiently for a few seconds, turning into minutes and was about to go back down to JJJ, but at the last second, instead decided to have a seat at Jose’s desk while she waited patiently. After only a few seconds of waiting the door burst open and Natacha was about to rise and greet Jose, when none other than Michelle entered the room.
Natacha's jaw dropped when she saw her, the Swede still wanting to pay the blonde bitch Michelle back for making her act like a dog, but wanting to do it on her terms, not here and now only two days after her grueling encounter on the beach with Erica.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Natacha asked as she stood up.
Michelle laughed and snapped, "I'm about to make my man a new video…and you’re going to be the star of it!"
Dressed like she was, the last thing Natacha wanted was a confrontation of any kind, and her eyes quickly scanned the room trying to find a way passed Michelle. Natacha realized that she couldn't run from Michelle in the confined office, so she decided to try to mount an offense, more than ready to pay the blonde bitch back for what she did to her in her last match. Without warning, or even looking up, Natacha lowered her shoulder and charged across the short distance and barreled directly into Michelle. The move caught Michelle totally by surprise and Natacha's shoulder slammed into her stomach, knocking the air out of her and sending the blonde to the floor. Natacha looked towards the door, unsure if she should make a dash for freedom or resume the attack, and the Swede’s slight hesitation gave Michelle enough time to roll off the floor and leap up to her feet. Natacha’s arms came up a second to late as Michelle’s closed fist slammed into the side of her head, the Swede’s head whipping to the side and now it was Natacha who stumbled awkwardly over her high-heels and fell to the floor.
Michelle grabbed Natacha’s hair with her left hand, pulling the gorgeous gal’s face upward and her right fist flew forward and slammed into Natacha’s still sore and puffy cheek. Natacha’s face exploded with pain, as her cheek was hammered by the jarring blow, the Swede quickly trying to get her hands up to defend her aching face. Michelle’s right fist cocked back and flew forward slamming through the blonde’s weak defense and again pulverized her cheek in the exact same spot. Natacha’s head whipped to the side, the blonde’s upper body falling back and suddenly the Swede was sprawled on the floor seeing stars. Michelle quickly straddled her dazed foe, grabbed a large handful of hair with her left hand, and began sending punches into the side of the aching Goddess’s face. Thuds filled the air as Natacha’s model like face was hammered again and again ruthlessly, the side of her head, cheek and mouth were blasted with grueling closed fist punches. After several brutal blows, Michelle stood up and shook her hand in pain, only imagining what the Swede’s face must feel like as the side of her face was already swelling and darkening.
After a few seconds of clenching and unclenching her hand, Michelle bent forward and Natacha was quickly pulled off the floor by her disheveled hair. With her hand still entwined in Natacha’s bleached blonde mane, Michelle’s right fist again went to work this time slamming home into the blonde’s lower belly. Natacha groaned and moaned as Michelle went to work softening up her midsection as fists slammed into her ribs, kidneys, and stomach. After almost a half minute of straight punching, Natacha was left hunched over and sucking in air, clueless as to what the fuck was happening to her. With Natacha hunched over clutching her aching belly, Michelle stepped behind the blonde, grabbed the back of Natacha's skin tight mini-skirt and jerked it down revealing the blonde’s heart shaped thong covered ass.
Still struggling to breathe, Natacha was doubled over and Michelle was still messing with the material, pulling it down over the Swede’s shapely thighs. Natacha sucked in a few quick breaths, spun around wildly firing an elbow slamming backwards that connected squarely with Michelle's nose, throwing her head violently to the side. Now it was Michelle's turn to feel pain as her head rang from the elbow, instinctively her eyes welled with tears as her hands came up to shield her aching nose. Natacha tried to suck in air as she got a much-needed break; her face was aching and already showing signs of the closed fist punches, while her stomach was sore from the abuse.
Natacha couldn't do much with her skirt around her knees, so she decided to try to get out of it before Michelle could use it to her advantage. Natacha struggled with the skirt, bent over with her ass wiggling seductively, the thong barely covering anything. She finally managed wiggle out of the skirt and step out of it, leaving her in her heels, black thigh highs, matching thong and tight turtleneck. With her legs unencumbered, Natacha grabbed a handful of Michelle's hair ripped the stunned blonde forward and brought her rising kneecap up slamming into her hands which still held her nose. Michelle wailed in pain as her nose took the brunt of the blow, but Natacha gave her rival no reprieve. Still with two handfuls of hair, Natacha dragged Michelle over a few feet and slammed her head down squarely onto Jose’s wooden desk. The table made a loud crack when Michelle's head slammed into the unforgiving lumber. The pain Michelle felt was intense as she kneeled on the floor holding her aching forehead, her head ringing.
Michelle lay face down on the floor as Natacha quickly got up, grabbed a large hard covered book from Jose’s desk and stalked back over to the fallen blonde. Natacha reared back and slammed the heavy book into the back of Michelle's head and the blonde’s body jerked forward under the loud impact. With reckless abandon, Natacha began wildly swinging the thick book back and forth slamming all parts of Michelle’s head from behind. Even though she was in pain, Michelle was far from giving up, and quickly formulated a plan to try to turn the tables. Michelle pretended to struggle for a few more seconds, and then her body suddenly went limp, while Natacha slammed the thick book down again and then finally tossed the heavy tome off to the side.
Smiling and satisfied that Michelle was out cold, Natacha rose off of the blonde’s prone body and pushed her foot under her shoulder. She quickly flipped her foot up and rolled the lifeless beauty over and onto her back, Michelle’s arm limply falling to the ground. Natacha was all smiles as she looked down at Michelle’s prone body, thinking of what she was going to do to this bitch. Natacha looked around the room for something she could use to tie Michelle up with and was having trouble figuring out what she could use. Seeing little in the way of rope, Natacha glanced down and saw the perfect object, Michelle’s own belt! Natacha hovered over the pretending to be passed out blonde, and the Swede’s hands began pawing at Michelle’s belt. This was the opening Michelle waited for and suddenly Natacha’s legs buckled, the blonde dropping to her knees holding her throbbing crotch, which had been pounded by Michelle's upper cutting fist.
As Michelle rose to her feet, she sneered, "Here is a tip slut. If you're in a fight make sure the other girl is really out before you take your eyes off her!" The words were lost on Natacha who was gasping in pain and massaging her throbbing pussy. "You shoulda finished me when you had a chance," Michelle chuckled confidently. "After this, you may not be able to walk for a while." She stood behind Natacha and sarcastically asked, "Does your little pussy hurt, baby? Gee, I heard wedgies from these dental floss thongs can help take your mind off the pain."
Michelle grabbed Natacha's thin thong at the hips, arched her back and violently jerked it up. Natacha's shriek filled the room as the pain in her crotch was amplified by the wedgie slicing deep between her already swollen pussy lips. Michelle let go of her thong and grabbed both of Natacha's arms, pulling the blonde right off the ground and then pinning them behind the Swede’s back. Michelle tightened her hold on the blonde’s arms and then ran forward driving Natacha chest-first splattering into the wall. Natacha hit the wall breasts first, followed by her nose, which painfully flattened against the unyielding plaster. Michelle finally let go of Natacha’s left arm but the blonde used a two handed grip on the Swede’s right wrist. Michelle quickly spun around and sent the dazed beauty stumbling head first into the plaster wall. A boom filled the air as Natacha’s head thudded into the wall and she instantly crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Natacha’s body was pulled back upright as Michelle had two handfuls of disheveled hair, the Swede shrieking as she was jerked off the ground. Natacha rose shakily and never got a chance to defend herself as Michelle drove her face first into the wall, the Swede’s eyes rolling back in her head. Rearing back, Michelle mashed her face forward again; this time Natacha’s nose crushed against the plaster wall and the blonde saw stars as pain exploded in her face. Tears coated Natacha’s enchanting eyes, but Michelle still held her hair tightly with two hands and slammed her face forward one more time. Natacha’s knees buckled and the stunned beauty found herself on the ground in a heap with pain filling her entire face.
Michelle had a look of rage on her face, “You are going to wish you didn’t come here today missy!” she shrieked as she began taking off her belt to use as a weapon. It took Michelle a few seconds longer than she thought it would to remove her belt, and suddenly Natacha sprang from the ground and shot her hands up into Michelle’s hair tackling her to the ground. Michelle quickly dropped the belt and both girls suddenly rolled over one another as their hands were locked in the others hair. Natacha was desperate and ripped Michelle’s head side to side pulling and tugging for all she was worth trying to rip her hair from her scalp. Michelle let out a gasp as her head was ripped backward by the vicious tugs and pulls. Michelle rolled to the side and as she did snaked her leg out and drove it forward catching Natacha’s stomach, momentarily driving their incredible bodies apart. Natacha gasped as she lost her hair hold of Michelle, but scrambled back up to her knees, her entire face in pain and swollen. Michelle was already kneeling and she dove forward and again the girls were rolling about on the rug of the office going over and over one another. Natacha began sending wild punches flying but most were missing their marks. One nasty left cross caught the side of Michelle’s head and caused her to slow for just a second, as her face whipped to the side in response. Natacha dove forward, tackling the stunned blonde to the rug pinning her to the ground. Michelle bucked and trashed but a smack across her cheek slowed her attempt to free herself.
Michelle was focused on freeing herself and took another slap to the side of the face from the now suddenly in charge Natacha. Michelle took the smack in stride and responded by raking her nails down Natacha’s exposed thigh flesh, the blonde yelping in pain. Natacha’s body bucked forward in response as ten bright welts coated her tanned thigh flesh. Michelle bucked upward and the stunned Swede was sent shooting forward. Natacha lay on the rug for a second trying to focus through the pain, and that proved to be a costly mistake. Michelle stood up and ran over to the Swede, grabbing two thick handfuls of hair from behind while pushing Natacha’s face forward with her foot. Natacha’s upper body arched off the rug, as her head was being ripped backward by her long locks. Michelle’s foot came up and slammed forward into the back of Natacha’s head jarring her face first into the rug. Natacha’s face smashed down into the rug, and the thin padding did little to soften the blow to her nose. Left hand latching onto bleached blonde hair, Michelle pulled Natacha’s face off the ground and her foot came flying upward this time smashing into the side of the Swede’s jaw.
Natacha groaned and her body spun to the side from the jarring kick, spittle flying as the Swede was left lying on the rug starring at the ceiling totally dazed. Michelle was on her in a second again pulling her up to her feet using her long locks as a handle. Natacha helplessly struggled against the pain in her face for a brief second until her head was rammed into the hard plaster wall yet again. Natacha saw stars and couldn’t get her hands up in time to prevent her nose from being crushed against the wall yet again. Natacha’s hands cupped her pulsing face and Michelle didn’t slow again ramming the blonde forward by the hair. Natacha was stunned and her forehead was bright red when Michelle finally let go of her long blonde hair. Michelle latched onto Natacha’s forearm, spun the dazed blonde around and then sent Natacha shooting forward. Natacha was stunned and couldn’t get her arms up in time to stop her from going face first into the closed office door. The wood buckled and sent Natacha right back to the floor lying lifeless on the rug, spread eagle and disoriented.
Natacha just thrashed on the floor trying to massage away a pain that was becoming all too familiar for the poor girl whose face was swollen from all of the abuse it was undergoing. Michelle quickly scanned the room and found her discarded belt, scoped it up, and stalked back over to the dazed Swede. She viciously pulled the belt back and then whipped Natacha's legs. Smack! The leather tore into Natacha’s shapely thigh, catching the Swede just above her knee high stocking. A shriek echoed in the air, and suddenly another lash followed by a sudden flurry of whips of the belt. Thrashing wildly on the ground Natacha wailed as the belt tore into her tender flesh, some lashes catching bare skin while others left runs in her thigh high stockings. Even the ones that landed on her stocking covered skin felt like hundreds of bee stings, and Natacha tried to roll away to safety. Natacha's screams filled the room, mixing with Michelle's laughter until the blonde finally dropped the belt and stood over the quivering Swede’s body.
What a sight Natacha was, laying on her back, moaning and rocking from side to side still wearing her thigh highs, thong and turtleneck; surely a great photo for her husband, and the rest of the league, to see. Better yet a video! And because Michelle had set this whole thing up, that’s just what was happening unbeknownst to the aching Swede. On a tripod stand in the corner of Jose’s office was a video camera that was already recording all the action and Michelle quickly ran over to it. Michelle decided to have some fun and zoomed in on Natacha who was still moaning on the floor, hands rubbing her lower body and aching face. After zooming in and out for a few more seconds of watching Natacha massaging her incredible body, she zoomed back out so the whole room was again in frame. Michelle stalked back over to the aching blonde and grabbed a handful of her hair.
"Look at me bitch!" Michelle shouted.
Natacha refused to look at Michelle; she just kept holding various parts of her body, trying to massage away her pain. Michelle twisted Natacha's hair until she'd it tangled around her hand then forced her to look into her eyes.
"See that camera over there, that has been recording me fuckin' destroying your skank ass. When I'm done, it's going to be sold to the fans of this league, posted on the Internet, and given to as many people as I can find that want to see a slut getting destroyed."
The words slowly began to sink in on Natacha as she realized what the vicious blonde was saying. She whimpered, "P..p..pple....please don't do that Michelle. P..p..pleeze no more."
Michelle laid the belt on the desk and was all smiles as she started toward Natacha, "Don't you plan on getting up? It's kinda hard to fight sitting on your ass baby cakes?"
Natacha made no attempt to rise, and with her claws bared, Michelle grabbed Natacha by the hair and began dragging her around the room. The blonde screamed in pain as her scalp blazed with pain as she was hauled around the room until suddenly Michelle’s ripped upward and began dragging Natacha off the ground. Once the Swede was standing, Michelle viciously pulled Natacha's head between her legs, leaving her nearly exposed ass seductively pointed straight back towards the unblinking eye of the camera. Michelle began to wave at the camera, loving every minute as she playfully slapped Natacha's exposed ass cheeks. Natacha whimpered with each slap as Michelle truly enjoyed the fun she was having.
Michelle looked into the camera and yelled, "Time to get rid of her confining top!"
Hearing that, Natacha begged to be released, as she tried to squirm free from Michelle's shapely thighs. Michelle grabbed the back Natacha's turtleneck and evilly began to peel it up the hunched over Swede’s back. When the material reached her head, Michelle unclenched her thighs and as Natacha's head came out, Michelle whipped the turtleneck right over the blonde’s head. Michelle stared at Natacha, left in her black heels, black thigh highs, matching thong and sexy lace bra. Giving her no rest, Michelle focused her attack on the sore girl, grabbing Natacha's head and pulling her into a crushing side headlock. The Swede’s eyes bulged as her ass squirmed side to side as she found her airflow completely cut off. Natacha was gasping for air and growing lightheaded form all she had been though, struggling to stay conscious. After a few more seconds Natacha dropped to her knees, nearly choking herself in the process, but Michelle's strength held her up on a pair of rubbery legs. Michelle continued but the Swede’s weight proved too much and Natacha fell to floor, landing face down and moaning weakly.
Michelle bent over and casually released the catch on the back of Natacha's bra, "Payback's a bitch!" she yelled as she tossed the bra aside. Grabbing onto both stockings, Michelle had little trouble ripping them from the lifeless Swede, and then Michelle quickly ran over to the camera and zoomed in on the blonde’s incredible body, the Swede showing no signs of life. Running to her purse Michelle grabbed her phone and snapped a quick picture of the lifeless Swede, Jose’s bar in the background, her back arching seductively off the floor. What a picture, she quickly sent it to her husband and then stalked back over to the aching Goddess.
On the way over, Michelle picked up her belt from the desk, wrapping it around Natacha's neck as she spun the Swede onto her chest and then planted a foot in Natacha's upper back. "Get ready to go night night Bitch" Michelle teased as she jerked the belt up, and pressed her foot down on Natacha's back. Natacha frantically gasped for air as the belt tightened around her neck, Michelle’s foot driving into the back of her head literally choking the life from her and the Swede suddenly felt like she may pass out. Natacha's back arched in the air, her bare breasts thrusting out at the camera giving it a perfect view of her now rock nipples. Michelle kept the pressure up as Natacha desperately clawed the carpet trying futilely to find an escape, the belt choking the life from her. Michelle continued to push down on Natacha’s head putting every ounce of strength into choking the Swede out.
A full minute of hell went by for Natacha, whose struggles were weakening, heeled feet stopping to kick, until suddenly the blonde Goddess was motionless. Still Michelle continued to squeeze the belt tightly for a few seconds before she was satisfied that Natacha was really passed out. Michelle smiled, as the Swede lay lifeless, the blonde quickly removing the belt from her neck and sliding down and latching onto Natacha’s thong. In one quickly swipe Michelle slid it effortlessly down the blonde’s thighs and right off her body leaving the Swede naked save her heels, exposing the lifeless gal’s neatly shaved pussy. Michelle quickly lifted Natacha’s feet and slid her belt under them and then began looping the belt around and around tying the sexy Swede’s legs together, securely knotting it tightly when she ran out of material. The camera was capturing it all, and Michelle couldn’t have been happier as she quickly grabbed Natacha's discarded turtleneck, and rolled the lifeless beauty onto her stomach. A soft groan came from Natacha as her hands were pulled behind her and the Swede felt material going around and around her arms. Natacha had no idea what was happening to her as she slowly started gaining consciousness as Michelle began knotting the sweater around the blonde’s wrists tying them tightly behind her.
Once the Swede was bound securely, Michelle rolled Natacha over onto her back and stood up off the Goddess who was just becoming aware of her horrific predicament. Natacha laid on the floor with her legs tied together, her arms pulled back and bound painfully behind her. Natacha’s eyes bulged and she screamed in fear, begged Michelle to release her, but Michelle only laughed at her. Evilly Michelle grabbed Natacha’s sweaty thong and stuffed it into her mouth, the Swede’s eyes going wide as her screams became muffled by her own sexy underwear. Michelle taunted the trapped Goddess, "I bet your pussy tastes nasty, don't it slut! Now you keep those in your mouth like a good little girl." The door to the office flung open and Erica strode in with a look of rage on her face, the blonde tossed a small bag on the floor and stalked over to Michelle and Natacha with a small black rope in her hands.
Natacha’s eyes grew wide in fear, the Swede sobbing and whimpering through the thong wedged in her mouth. Erica hissed, “You fuckin no good cxnt! You crazy glued my hands to my tits!” She shrieked and slammed a punch blasting into Natacha’s face. Natacha’s head whipped to the side, as Erica took the rope and smiled at Natacha whose response was to kick out wildly, screaming through her thong gag, but Erica had little problem dodging the Swede’s tied up feet. Erica side stepped the Swede’s feet and immediately stepped forward and slammed her fist into Natacha’s tight stomach. Erica stepped forward, sliding onto Natacha’s tiny waist and began to loop the rope over the bound beauties breasts. Erica worked slowly; the blonde reveling in the satisfaction of paying the Swede back and playfully began wrapping the thin rope tightly around the base of Natacha’s ample breast. Erica started the rope directly against the Swede’s chest, beginning at her ribcage, and slowly the rope wound around the Swede’s massive breasts again, the tough sinewy material began bothering her tender flesh, as the first loop was pulled tighter. The rope wound around and around and was now looped around the base of Natacha’s left breast twice, and Erica ripped the ends together. The make shift bondage device tore into Natacha’s tender flesh as the rope went taught, forcing her titflesh out like a massive melon as the implant was driven outward, the rope tied tightly against her breast bone.
When Erica was satisfied that the rope wouldn’t go any tighter, she began working on Natacha’s other breast, again repeating the exact same process. In less than a minute both of Natacha’s breasts were bound at the base, the rope forcing almost all of her ample breast flesh upward away from her chest. Natacha was panic stricken and screeching through the thong wedged in her mouth as she felt the circulation slowing in her breasts. With a look of sheer evil on her face, Erica pinched her index finger and thumbnail together in front of the blonde, like a crab opening and shutting it’s pinchers, and realizing what was about to happen, Natacha thrashed her body to no avail. Erica just smiled as she reached forward with both hands and began pinching Natacha's firm erect nipples. A muffled shriek filled the air as Erica painfully pulled the blonde's nipples, stretching them out as far as she could - then pulled even harder while Natacha's body thrashed uncontrollably in agony.
Erica repositioned her fingers and began twisting; clockwise then counter-clockwise, then stretching again, followed by more painful twisting. Erica continued taunting the helpless Swede, “You fucking glued a starfish to my tits you cxnt!” as her nails seemed to tighten even harder, Natacha fearing her nipples would be ripped off. After what seemed like minutes, Erica finally released her hold of the Swede’s burning beef tips and slowly Natacha managed to open her eyes, which had been squeezed tight against the awful torture. Erica stood of the sobbing blonde, whose breasts were already turning purple from lack of blood, and quickly grabbed something from the bag. Spinning back towards the helpless Swede, Erica stalked over and Natacha's heart sank as she Erica returning with a big smile carrying two metal alligator clamps connected by a small conjoining chain. The Swede trashed, bucking and kicking, her head whipped side to side as she began begging through the thong as she saw Erica's hands just inches from her breasts opening and closing the small alligator clips tauntingly.
Erica hissed, “My nipples are still raw you cxnt! Payback’s a bitch!” The metal clips snapped in the air again and again, Erica clearly enjoying tormenting the trapped beauty as she hovered over the bucking Swede. Without warning, Erica brought the clips down and an ear piercing shriek filled the air, as the thong did little to muffle the sound as the metal teeth of the clamps slammed down around her rock hard erect nipples. Natacha's body convulsed in pain as her nipples felt like they were being ripped and shredded, while Erica grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and lightly tugged upward to be sure the clips were secure. She was more than fully satisfied when both nipples pulled Natacha's breasts up and away from her body; the metal teeth threatening to bite through the soft flesh of her nipple at any second. Natacha’s breasts were turning a darker shade of purple from the rope bondage, and her naked body was glistening with sweat from her struggles as she sought to free her arms or legs.
Erica swaggered over to the duffel bag as Michelle watched curiously, knowing full well Natacha was in serious trouble. Erica rummaged around through some items and when she turned around she held a yellow candle and a lighter, smiling Erica walked back to the quivering Swede who was clueless about what was happening to her. Erica lit the wick of the candle and patiently waited for a glob of wax to develop, “They say different candles burn differently, some wax doesn’t hurt skin, others…like this yellow wax reallllly burn the skin they say…let’s find out shall we?” the bleached blonde taunted the Swede, the entire time holding the burning candle in place of the helpless Swede who was left sobbing and rolling back and forth futilely. It took a little bit of time, but finally the candle began burning enough where the wax began pooling and Erica quickly tipped the candle on it’s side allowing it to pour free. Natacha let out a piercing shriek when Erica let a dollop of yellow wax drip onto her breast, the pain burning her sensitive skin unbelievably. Erica kept the candle titled to the side, and opened the lighter burning the wax even faster. Suddenly, globs of wax dribbled from the candle, spattering the blonde’s breasts as her shrieks of pain echoed in the office.
Natacha’s breasts were purple, and now splattered with burning wax, Erica showing no signs of slowing the painful process as she held the flame of the lighter against the candle. More and more globs splattered down, burning the Swede’s aching mounds and Erica appeared to be growing tired of the arduous process of burning the candle. Erica closed the lighter and then flipped the candle over, all the remaining wax pouring down upon Natacha’s breasts. The flame on the wick jumped, and Erica lowered the candle slowly hovering the flame over Natacha’s quivering mounds, Michelle watched opened mouth as the flame was only inches from Natacha’s breast. Suddenly the Swede shrieked in abject horror as Erica extinguished the candles flame against her left breast. Natacha’s skin burned painfully as the flame was suddenly snuffed out horrifically against her ample mound of flesh, the Swede was openly sobbing in pain with her voice cracking from all the screaming.
Erica tossed the candle to the side and starred down at the Swede’s breasts, both were dark purple, coated with yellow globs of wax, the metal alligator tips still tearing apart her nipples, and her left breast painfully burned from extinguishing the candles searing flame. Erica straddled the broken Goddess’s waist and lit the lighter, paying no attention to the sobbing Swede’s muffled cries for help. The flame blazed and Erica slowly lowered it downward hovering over the blonde’s right breast, the fire dancing upward and its fiery tip licking the metal clasp biting into Natacha's nipple. The flame swayed back and forth and slowly it began to heat the metal clamp and within seconds an even more excruciating pain shot trough Natacha's tormented breast. Natacha screamed, her hips lifting off the ground as her body arched...remained aloft for several seconds, then her ass slapped back down on the floor as the metal teeth attached to her nipple felt like it was on fire itself.
Erica laughed at the sight of the blonde's tormented body in spasms of pain, helpless to do anything as the flame continued its dance, licking at the metal. Her breast throbbing, the metal teeth were growing increasingly hot and then hotter still. Natacha's mindless screams filled the office as Erica continued to hold the flame of the lighter directly under the clamp, only imagining how hot the metal must be. Natacha was thrashing to no avail as her nipple blazed with pain, the skin searing hot, the metal teeth tearing into the tender nub, while Erica showed no remorse in paying her back for what she did to her on the beach only days ago. The flame of the lighter finally went out, the metal clamp blazingly hot and searing the Swede’s skin, Natacha still begging and sobbing for release. Erica however wasn’t done, and waited a few seconds for the lighter to cool a little before she sparked another flame and then moved the flame over towards Natacha's left breast. Again, the tiny metal teeth quickly heated up, burning Natacha's throbbing nipple as the stiff peak of hard flesh was seared horrifically from the blazing flame.
Natacha had no idea how long the flame was held over the metal clamp for it seemed her tits had finally lost all sensation to the pain. Both of her aching orbs were now a dark shape of purple from lack of blood flow as the rope tied at the base of her breasts was cutting off all circulation. When Erica finally pulled the lighter away from the now burning hot metal clap, both of poor Natacha’s nipples were seared, her left breast pulsing from the burn caused by extinguishing the candle’s flame. Erica tossed the lighter to the side, and smiled wickedly as she latched onto the metal chain connecting the alligator clamps and began dragging the Swede upward. The still blazing hot metal clamps tore into Natacha’s tender tips as the blonde struggled to rise to her feet, and somehow luckily for her she didn’t fall over as Erica held the chain tightly in her hand, the metal teeth biting painfully into her damaged nipples. Erica dragged the blonde over towards the camera where Michelle was zooming the camera’s lenses in and out recording the Swede’s humiliating destruction.
Suddenly the door to the office opened and Erica and Michelle’s head whipped to the side, as a pair of security guards walked in. Their mouths dropped, as the first one through the door was about to call out for Jose, having no idea what they were about to walk into. Michelle made sure to stop the video recording, and eject the memory card, making dead sure she was walking out with her newly made video. Erica watched as the pair of security stormed into the room, a look of shock still plastered on their faces, as they rushed over to help the Swede. Erica’s foot suddenly went behind the back of Natacha’s feet, while her left hand came up and pushed the Swede backward. Natacha shrieked in agony as Erica still held the metal links in her right hand, the alligator teeth tearing through her nipples in the process. Natacha’s arms were still bound behind her, and she wanted nothing more than to hold her now bleeding and raw nipples. Security began quickly escorting Erica and Michelle out of Jose’s office as Natacha felt herself loosing consciousness; her breasts abused horribly, both nipples dripping blood.
