Overwhelming, spec. (a) crushing, oppressive; (b) very beautiful or attractive; (c) arduous, exhausting.
Tracy turned on the monitor, and Brad let out a barely audible gasp as he saw his lover, chained to the basement wall, naked, and writhing. Just as he had always wanted to see her (albeit under other circumstances). He sat, strapped into the chair by his wrists and ankles, and his cock throbbed and swelled even more in its casing.
"Those clips on her nipples and pussy?" Tracy pointed out. "Very nasty. I had to have them imported. They tighten over time. Right now, she can probably stand them, but in fifteen minutes or so..." She let the thought trail off.
"And you can save her. All you have to do...is get soft. Do you think you can do that?" Tracy watched as Brad's eyes fixed on the monitor, he couldn't tear away. Then she walked over to the comlink and spoke to the bound girl.
"Sherry darling?" she called in a low voice, laced with menace, and the girl turned toward some unseen speaker with a start. "I know those clamps must be getting a bit tight by now. I'm going to give you a chance to get out of them. I just want you to give us a performance. Brad here is watching along with me, and if you perform just right...I'll take those bad old clamps off. I promise. Bye-bye..."
Tracy slinked behind Brad as they watched Sherry begin to turn in a slow, seductive dance, and she wrapped her arms around Brad's neck, kissing his ear. He flinched and let out a shuddering moan, but he ceased not to watch the screen. Tracy's breath tickled him as she whispered hotly to him, "You're killing me."
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