Chapter Forty-five
Will It NEVER Stop?
It took us both a long time to get used to the sensation of inescapable tension under the armour of our crotch covers and we both nearly went berserk during those first weeks, feeling it with every movement and convulsion of the muscles in our loins. The unending sensations both hurt and aroused us at the same time, but the worst part of it was knowing we would never have that most intimate part of our bodies be free or experience the caress of a human touch again. The armouring steel balls were a most horrid addition to our jewellery, and when taken in combination with our tensioned n*****s and breasts, our terribly controlling nose leashes, the restriction of freedom of movement imposed by our harnesses, the unending compression and masking of our
