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Lauren regained herself in a few moments, a heavy sweat on her brow, and began pulling her chains in earnest, not wanting to feel the iron a fourth time, having finally got it through her fucked brain what I wanted. Her legs widened, slowly opening, spreading herself before me. She reached 180 degrees soon after, the position of her body not allowing any respite on the joints and muscles in and around her hips. I could see the muscles standing out in her groin, stretched to their full tension, her pussy lips gaping open, her small brown arse-hole looking at me like a third eye. I wondered what it would sound like if I jammed the iron right up her arse and left it there, and wondered if I wanted to find out.
"Lauren, I think you can go further than that donôt you?" I asked, knowing she would open them further whether she thought she could or not. "I canôt. Really I canôt, this is as far as I can get them" she replied, breathing deeply, for some reason trying to hold the pain within her. "You what Lauren?"