Her voice was quiet and raspy from the heavy breathing, but it didn't lack for the enthusiasm she always tried to show. She smiled timidly. "Nipples Jubilee, Sir?"
His smile broadened into a grin when he saw the direction of her gaze. Instead of taking the lighter, though, he clamped his fingers below her left nipple, squeezing her breast to hold it steady just before he yanked the skewer hard to the left. Zoey groaned as the rod pulled hard on her nipples, barely slipping the three inches necessary to pop the left one free. As the freed breast jiggled back into place and a new stream of red started running down its side, he grabbed the other and pulled again on the metal skewer, canting it upward so her nipple stretched and the rod slipped slowly from the hole.
By the time that nipple slipped free, Zoey was ready to beg him to start fucking her. She was just as ready for them to do absolutely anything else they wanted. She all but floated outside of her body, her blood and body overflowing with endorphins. She knew that, no matter how extreme, anything they did to her from that point forward would send her into orgasmic delight that might well cause her to pass out again.
When he finally started to bring the lighter toward her left nipple, Zoey tried her best to keep her eyes open. Just before she heard the tell-tale click of the lighter igniting, his cock head split her labia. He moved the flame toward her right nipple as if it were the wick of some breast-shaped candle. She drew in a long, deep breath just as the flame leapt forward and he thrust his cock into her, grinding hard, his balls slapping her ass.
She watched, transfixed, as the blue fire bathed her nipple then leapt outward, swallowing her breast. In half a second, it spread across her cleavage to engulf the other. At first, it just felt warm, the brandy fueling the fire rather than her flesh. Then the heat seemed to register all at once. Though it still wasn’t as hot as she expected, it was getting there quickly, a race between how long the fuel would last before more than just the sauce began to burn.
A haze of swirling white wrapped her mind, and her Master's voice barely made it through the white noise ringing in her ears. "Yes, pet, ‘Nipples Jubilee’ is perfect, just perfect."
His hand closed again, crushing the mass of her left breast, bulging the flaming nipple up. His breath extinguished the last of the flickering fire and his teeth brushed against the stinging nub.
Zoey sighed and closed her eyes, concentrating on the slow grind between her legs as he sucked her turgid nipple and its surroundings between his lips. Taking his cue, the other woman drew her tongue up the side of Zoey’s breast, lapping the warm sauce until she found its tip. She made one teasing circle around Zoey’s nipple, enough to pull it tight again, then licked more sauce away.
While the woman licked and nibbled on the lower curve of Zoey’s breast, her Master sucked, first soft, then harder, his tongue exploring the throbbing ball of hard flesh. Zoey didn’t bother trying to hide her gasps or the moans that let him know she was close to coming. She felt his cock get thicker, his hips grind harder, his teeth coming into play.
A sharp pain lanced through her other breast, and then another as the woman began biting Zoey’s soft flesh. Unlike her Master, her other tormentor spent more time enjoying the white curves, bite after scraping bite removing sauce and bruising flesh. The pain was beginning to become more difficult for Zoey bear, most certainly into yellow territory and moving quickly toward red.
Zoey rolled her pussy hard against her Master and squeezed his cock as tightly as she could. He was chewing now, still lightly enough not to rend her tender flesh, but easily bruising her, or worse. Her pussy tightened of its own accord, and she moaned. She wanted to wrap her legs around her him, fill her fingers with his hair, pull his face into her and make him live his dream. Failing that, she pressed her breast into his face and arched her hips up so her clit ground against his veiny shaft.
She bit back a cry as both her Master and the woman became even more ravenous. Outwardly she groaned, fighting back the urge to cry out. Inwardly she was reciting her chant, over and over, converting the pain into something better. Their moans mingled with hers, and she absently realized the other man was fucking the woman from behind with as much enthusiasm as her Master was showing as he fucked her. The man’s hands were full of her backthrust ass, and he was pounding her so hard her hanging breasts bounced wildly beneath her.
Yet, despite the intense pain and insanity of what was happening, the tingling in her pussy became stronger, as if it sensed she needed more pleasure to balance the other sensations assaulting her. The tip of her breast still at his mercy, her Master slid his cock back until it was just barely inside her.
Zoey gasped, holding her breath. What happened next was either uncanny coincidence or perfect timing has she felt the sharp points of her Masters teeth crush down her battered nipple’s length and cut deep into the ruddy, broken wrinkles of her areola. This was not the gentle man looking for solace in her bosom. This was the brutal Master looking for the feast he’d always denied himself—the man Zoey had always wanted to see.
At exactly the same time, his partner bit hard into the soft, lower curve. The final straw came a split second later, when she shook Zoey’s breast like some kind of predator and her Master drove his thick cock back into her with a loud, wet slap. For the second time that evening, Zoey exploded in a wash of anguish. She writhed, screaming as they continued enjoying their treats and he fucked her harder than he ever had.
Unable to focus on her mantra, Zoey lost control of her breathing. She could feel herself begin to hyperventilate. Unable to do anything but ride out the feelings, she threw her head back and bit her lip, tasting blood as her ears started ringing again. She wanted to rail against the unwelcome noise and fight away the whiteness, savor every moment of her Master’s triumph until he and his new friend collapsed on top of her mangled breasts. But it was just too much. The last thing she felt were more vicious, wonderful bites as unconsciousness claimed her once again.
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Zoey woke to find her Master standing over her, his eyes filled with love and concern. The woman and man stood just behind him. No one manned the cameras, and there was no one else around. They were all three dressed, with no signs they’d ever been otherwise. She looked around. She was lying face up on the table, but her wrists and legs were free.
Zoey was surprised to see that the skewer still ran through her nipples. Her breasts still throbbed and burned, but the only decorations besides the ultra-thick piercing were the crop marks, the bits of raspberries and sauce caught in the furrows of her areola, and the few thin lines of drying blood that had trickled from her nipples.
There were no bite marks, no torn flesh. Though thoroughly scored from the caning, her nipples and areola were still whole, hard and surprisingly inviting. Though her pussy felt swollen and flushed, wet from excitement and orgasm, she could tell her master hadn’t yet taken her, nor had anyone else that day.
She looked back up at him, confusion giving way to the realization it had all been a dream—a delightful, brutal, incredible dream. She’d simply overloaded and passed out and they’d carried her to the table. There had been no Nipples Jubilee.
Zoey couldn’t decide whether she was pleased she was still whole or disappointed that the impossibly wonderful sensations had all been fantasy. She settled on disappointment, though not as much for herself as for her Master.
His voice broke her thoughts. It was soft, caring and concerned. “Are you alright, Zoey?” The way he said her name made her suddenly sad and happy all at once. Gone was her Master, at least for now. She felt her eyes start to burn as tears threatened to well up in them.
Her own voice was hoarse, hardly more than a whisper. “I’m fine. Really…” She looked around again, remembering the reason they were there in the first place. “Where is everyone?” She started to sit up, panicking at the idea she may have let her Master down. “The house… your plans?!”
It was the woman’s soft touch that pressed her back to the tabletop. �
“But…” Zoey looked pointedly at her own breasts. Though they’d hurt for a few days, she needed to keep going now more than ever. Everyone else’s gaze followed hers, making the two battered mounds the center of attention. “…what about the rest? The frozen sauce, the fire…?”
Her Master raised an eyebrow as he lightly caressed her cheek. “What are you talking about?”
She was in tears now. The last thing she wanted to do was stop, and the dream had been so real. “You were going to cover my breasts in frozen sauce, and light them like one of those flaming desserts. Then you…” She looked at the pretty woman. “…and her…you were going to…”
“To?”
“To…have Nipples Jubilee.” She said it as if it were simply fact.
Her Master looked from her breasts to the other two people. Zoey saw his eyes meet the woman’s, a look of intrigue suddenly showing on both their faces.
The woman smiled slightly. “’Nipples Jubilee’…How adorable.” The looked she gave Zoey’s breast was identical to the meat market eyeing the men had given her earlier. She absently licked her lips as she looked at Zoey’s Master. “It would be a lot more entertaining than what you had planned.”
His smile matched hers, and Zoey could see the special look of delight that was only his dance in his eyes. “We’d have to re-negotiate the contract,” he said.
The other man stepped up. “That could be arranged.”
The three of them moved together and started walking to one side, talking quietly and leaving Zoey behind them.
She settled back onto the table and slid her hands up her belly to her breasts. Her palms felt good brushing over and soothing the purpling welts and tender skin. Her nipples reacted to her touch, growing harder when she started tweaking them. She doubted they’d go quite as far as her fantasy—she imagined her Master would want to use her for some time to come—but she had no doubt they’d go far enough.
With that thought in mind, she thought about her dream and smiled, closing her eyes. It was going to be a wonderful day after all.
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Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and the Publisher of Darker Pleasures. Throughout the first decade of the 21st century, he published, edited and wrote stories for the erotic adult webzine of the same name. A fan of breasts and breast-oriented BDSM, he has written and edited hundreds of short stories ranging from R-rated erotica to hard-edge bondage and BDSM fiction. Matt is perhaps best known in certain circles for The Breast Punishment Primer, a non-fiction reference for all things having to do with tit torture. He is in the process of writing his first full-length novel, Families, expanding on a series of vampire-centric BDSM erotica stories featuring characters and concepts touched on in the short stories The Alcove and Becoming Eternal. For those of you intrigued by such things, Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM features thirteen of his best-selling stories.
You can find other e-books written by Matt Nicholson at Darker Pleasures (www.darkerpleasures.com)
Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotic authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures started publishing revised and edited releases of BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine through Amazon, Smashwords, Apple iBookstore, Barnes and Noble and other fine outlets.
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