Tiffany took a deep breath. Not wishing to let any further negative thinking get the better of her again, she quickly thrust one of the Devil’s thorns as far as it would go into the very center of each tit tip. The stabbing pain brought tears to her eyes and a moan to her lips. She shuddered involuntarily, as if her breasts were trying to shake off the fiendish burs on whose sharp spikes her tortured teats were impaled.
When Tiffany had recovered sufficiently from this first stage of her plan, she managed to snap off the main body of each bur so that only a tiny stub of thorn remained visible in each nipple. The rest of the thorns remained invisible, still lodged in her milk ducts, tormenting her with impunity, her throbbing nipples too painful to touch.