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I moved the iron to the pigmented areola of her puckered arse-hole, holding it tantalisingly close, letting the heat radiate into her skin. She panicked at the thought of having her ring burnt, and put some muscle behind her arms, pulling the chains as hard as she apparently could, the ratchet clicking over at a slow but steady pace. "Right, this is going up your fucking arse" I said, touching the tip to her ring for a split second, not even enough to burn her, but enough to register heat on her bum. I expected her to scream and panic, but basically do nothing else. Instead she pulled her left chain with strength fueled by pure fear and animal emotion, a pained gasp rushing from her lungs. The ratchet clicked over maybe a dozen times in quick succession, her left hip joint bulging grotesquely for a second, before jolting forward and assuming a shape that looked not entirely unnatural, but just wrong, too long somehow. As it jolted home, Laurenôs mouth opened into a silent scream, her voice having apparently had enough, finally quit on her as she realised the pain of pulling her own hip joint into dislocation.
"Fuck Lauren. That looks painful" I said, standing up, admiring my handy work. Lauren lay pinned to the bed, her back arched as her arse pointed slightly skyward, her right just past 90 degrees to her body, pointing forward, while her left leg was way out of wack, her hip having popped out of joint. I looked at her arse and pussy, stretched apart in a vile pose of vulnerability, perfect for one last hard fucking.