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hands on the outsides of my thighs, grasping them while he pushed my skirt upwards. He bunched up the fabric above my hips, and quickly began pulling my panties down my legs. I winced, gritting my teeth as he guided my two feet out of my panties. He grabbed my ass in either hand and spread my cheeks roughly.
    “Good girl,” he growled, tapping the base of the butt plug lightly. I felt the vibrations in my rectum.
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Bonus Material 3
    Check out this sneak peak of Audrey Grace’s extreme tale of bondage and humiliation:
    Claimed by Aliens
    By Audrey Grace
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    Ana's Master requests her help at his exclusive fairground stall; she accepts, but Ana has no idea she's in for. She finds herself locked naked in a tiny wooden box, bound at the ankles and the wrists and suspended in the air, legs spread and a two-way mirror in front of her. Sex toys are in position and on motors. She knows many men are watching her, but she is completely unprepared for her... humiliation.
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    Inside the tent was a small wooden room. Steps led directly up to it. It was tiny, and smelled freshly of waxed wood. The room was well lit, and the birch looked great against my skin.
    “Get in and sit down.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I got in and sat down. The room wasn’t very large. I was able to place each of my feet in a corner, with my knees still bent and pointing upward. Drake squeezed past me and fastened leather straps (they were absolutely gorgeous and soft) around my ankles, tying me to rings on the floor in the corners of the room. My heart was really racing.
    “Hands.”
    “Yes, Sir.” I lifted my hands above my head, and felt Drake fasten leather straps to them as well. They too were tied to metal rings that were hanging from the ceiling.
    Then Drake left the tiny room, and I could only sit there, wondering at my situation. It wasn’t quite a predicament, but it was definitely a situation. You see, I hadn’t asked Drake how I would be helping him. That would have been… bad.
    I heard Drake shuffling behind the small wooden room, and realized that I was effectively in a box, and that he could move around outside. A wooden panel was pulled up through the top revealing a mirror directly in front of me. With my legs spread, and my arms bound above my head, I could see nearly every inch of myself.
    A bit more shuffling, and a small tube was lowered down near my face.
    “Water,” I heard him call through the wooden box. I had become accustomed now to calling my room a box. It, after all, wasn’t really a room.
    I tested the tube, and indeed cool water flowed. I knew at this point that my time spent in this box would be considerable.
    Without warning, the rings my wrists were bound to were pulled, and I was suspended in the air. My bum lifted off the floor. I was hanging by my wrists, and anchored by my ankles.
    I gazed around the small box, or you could call it a human-sized cupboard, seeing if there were any details I could make out. I saw two small circular holes cut into the sides of the box, the ‘walls’, on both my left and my right. Each was roughly three to four inches off the ground. My mind was already racing through the possibilities, and I could feel my breath beginning to quicken. Images and fantasies whirred through my mind, playing themselves out before me.
    But I quickly found out what really was to come. Through each hole, two cables were pushed through. The cables were stiff and black. At the end of each cable was a small pinching clamp, and with toothed-fingers, too. I shivered and quivered, not even having guessed that this was what they were going to be used for.
    Drake’s footsteps could be barely heard as he made his way back around to the entrance to my box. He squeezed in past me, and I could smell his cologne, but on top of that, a hint of musk. Carefully, he pinched each of the two clamps on each of my inner pussy lips. It hurt. I winced but made no sound, and after a moment, became accustomed to the feel.