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She had no more air to scream and cry; she was loosing it. Meanwhile, the rosebud kept on turning darker and darker, and finally became charcoal black. Leary put down the torch, and slipped his right hand in a very thick working glove. He reached out for the glowing wire, took the free end of it, and pulled at it. But the horrible pain was there to remind her of the reality of the treatment that had been inflicted to.

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From the lower shelf, he removed a heavy douche bag to which was connected a clear plastic tube. He hooked the bag to the high beam of the swing set frame. But even before the first drop of piss reached the ground, the girl squealed horribly. A few more drops found their way out, and Katia yelled again in pure agony, a high-pitch scream that nipple torture sex stories painful for all who heard it.

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The blisters were humongous, some of them already open and the flesh under the epidermis already burnt into charcoal. Leary revived Katia before piercing each blister that had not yet popped open.

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