Claudia almost whimpers at that order, but she complies, even though she has to catch her breath again with almost every step. He isn't done with her, and she's already wet and sore, her nipples burning where the clamps have dug in with every tiny motion, their happy little bells a total lie.

She beds over the table, but spreading her legs for balance has her screaming when she falls forward and the clamps dig in even more.