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I lose consciousness from the terrible pain in the most sensitive place of my body.
I do not know how long I lay on the cold stones of the pyramid.
Probably not very much.

No one bothered about my absence.
I sit at the farewell fire, I laugh it off in response to the silly harassment of my colleagues and still do not quite understand what changes have taken place in my life.
A dozen drunken men offer who kebabs, who vodka, hoping to spend with me this night and not knowing that I already have an unknown Master and Lord, to whom I belong and unquestioningly obey, henceforth and forever, who put six wedding rings on me and pierced my body is in thirteen places.
They do not suspect that you can see.
taking off my sweater and jeans.
Yes, I myself still do not understand that I can never get rid of it ever.
The pain went as suddenly as it began.

Waking up, I decided to quickly get rid of all that I hung on myself.
Played and enough.
Down with all these clips and bracelets, rather to people.
First nipples.
But it was not there.
Not so easy was this sharp pain.
In some incredible way, the former clips pierced my nipples and became rings, without any traces of the cut.
I was thrown into a cold sweat.
And what about the other rings in my genitals? So it is, I can not remove any of them.
Remove the collar, bracelets with arms and legs is also impossible, clasps turned into a monolith.
About a belt on a waist already and I do not speak.
The first shock passes, and I understand that everything is not so scary.
Now I will find my clothes, the sweater and jeans will hide all my armor, tomorrow I will go home, and there, armed with a saw and tongs, I will somehow free myself.
With these thoughts, I went back.
Soon there were panties.
Pulling them taller, I was even able to hide a hateful belt in them.
The bra hid his parody.

Here are the jeans.
But what is it? In places of contact with the belt, the panties turned into dust, and their pitiful remnants fell on the sand.
The same happened with the bra.
If I had time to pull the jeans – they would have waited for the same fate.
What to do? Running my hand over my armor at the waist, I felt that they were covered with some kind of viscous liquid.
Obviously, she is the cause of the death of my linen.
With this thought, for some reason, I again experienced excitement and ran my hand through my neatly trimmed pussy, trying to please myself.
Part of the hair remained on the arm.
It aroused me even more.
Already a little thinking, with both hands I wiped off the viscous liquid from my belt and bra and rubbed my pussy, arms and legs, approaching the next orgasm.
And he did not keep himself waiting.
Recovering, I found myself all sticky and in my hair, but none of them seemed to be growing up.
Remembering that there is a small lake near the mound, I rushed to the exit.

It was getting dark, the camp was a kilometer from the excavation, and, fortunately, there was no one around.
I rushed into the water.
I rubbed myself with algae and sand for a long time, especially carefully trying to clean the belt and what was on my chest.
When I went ashore, there was no trace of viscous fluid anywhere.
Just as there is no hair left anywhere on my body except the head.
Exhausted from the events of this evening, I fell on the coastal sand.
The departing Sun caressed my tired, deprived of any protection and encased in incomprehensible armor body.
I wanted to forget and fall asleep.
I suddenly imagined one of my colleagues, walking before bedtime, goes to the shore of the lake and sees me in a collar, in shackles on my arms and legs, and: O Horror! With a dozen rings in the most interesting places.
I jumped up to run back to the mound for my clothes.
Something cold slid across my stomach and fell onto the sand.
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