The chain clinked as it tugged at the metal rings through Kathy’s freshly pierced nipples. She winced and crawled forward, head moving from side to side, unable to see anything through the leather hood over her head.
Her heart thumped against her ribcage. She didn’t know where she was. Cold floor under her hands and knees. The sound of people, how many, moving around.
Whoever was holding the leash tugged harder, and Kathy gasped, crawling more hurriedly. She felt a slight breeze on her bare skin now, air conditioning or a fan, perhaps. Her nipples puckered and hardened. She clenched slightly on the tail plug in her ass, it was just the cold air, that’s all it was. The sticky juice that dribbled from her pierced and ringed cunt, glazing her thighs, belied her claim.
“Sit up.” Amy’s voice, unmistakable, bubbling with satisfaction and amusement…
