Chapter Twenty One
More Training
“Bras are instruments of enslavement.”
“The worst,” as Marianne imagined it, was nothing compared to what they actually did that morning after releasing her from the hanging cage. The session of the previous week when she was hung by the breast chain bra had been as far as Marianne was prepared to go in terms of terrible tit torture, but now it looked like her chest works were once again the objects of her tormentors’ attention. The twin metal bands that were slowly and meticulously wrapped around her abundant, ringed, jutting breasts looked far too small to fit. Their shining circles of polished metal were much smaller in diameter than the two shapely white globes of female mammary flesh which were so firmly attached to her chest. How could these small
