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Lauren wailed her familiar cry, but this was a little different. An animal fear had crept in, obviously deeply afraid of being burned. Her voice sounded hoarse and painful, the wheezing noise in her throat as she breathed testament to how much damage her vocal chords were getting. I had my desired effect, and Lauren yanked her chains franticly, the ratchets clicking over in a rattling crescendo. Laurenôs pussy and arse was opening up in front of me, her legs opened to about 130 degrees before she stopped, beginning to counter some resistance from her muscles. "More" I said blankly, plunging the hot iron into her right thigh, a small foul smelling wisp of smoke rising from her. Lauren was properly balling now, her body rocking with the power of her sobbing, and once again the chains clicked over, spreading her legs to the point of real resistance, yet she still had a way to go before reaching 180 degrees. And even then I knew it wouldnôt hurt a flexible young aspiring ballet dancer like this one too much.
"For fucks sake Lauren, you want me to burn you or something? I said do the fucking splits you dumb cunt!" I yelled jamming the iron into the tender skin behind her left knee, pressing the tip in and holding it for a few seconds, smoke rising, a low and growling gurgling noise coming from her throat and she tried to scream in an expression of pain that her body simply couldnôt take.