Fun With Cindy

Chapter 13 Nipple Play

Cindy's ass was covered in marks. Over the last two weeks I'd paid special attention to her bottom, beating it daily and sliding my cock inside as often as possible. There were  new bruises on top of old ones and it was all covered in welts from countless cane strokes. Well, not really countless. The minx had screamed out a number after each one whenever she wasn't gagged. As a result, her tits were as spotless as the day I took her. I love having a blank canvas to unleash my wrath on.

That morning I started my day by making love to my special girl. I enjoyed her from behind while she was on all fours. I frequently reached under her to gently fondle her dangling breasts while her soft cunt gripped me tightly.  Looking down at her prefect tushy, covered in the signs of my abuse, I was filled with love for my sweetheart. That feeling boiled over and expressed itself as a powerful orgasm, pumping my seed deep into Cindy's belly. While her sweet kitty milked the last drops of cum from my cock I thought about how lucky I was to have such an adoring pet. One that would do absolutely anything to please me, would never refuse my desires, only scream and beg beautifully.

Once my lust was temporarily satisfied, it was time for me to relieve the other force that controlled Cindy's life, my sadism.

Cindy was lead over to a heavy wooden beam standing upright with another attached horizontally across the top in a T shape. The crossbar was at her shoulder height and there were cuffs at the end for her wrists. Her feet were also cuffed together at the base. She was completely helpless but I wanted her immobilized. Starting at her wrist I wrapped rope around her arm and the beam, no space between each loop, all the way to her shoulder. The same thing up her body, ankles to just below her bosom. The only parts left uncovered were her head, neck, and breasts. I considered adding a hood, reducing her to a pair of fun bags, but I wanted to see the expressions on my beautiful slave's face while I played with her.

A nice flogging got things started. Nothing vicious, just twenty minutes of steady blows that had her tits bouncing and wobbling beautifully. When I stopped thrashing her, she wasn't even crying. Her hanging globes were bright red and I could feel the heat radiating from them as I stood directly in front of her. I leaned in to kiss her as I softly massaged her chest. After a few intimate moments I pulled back and asked,

"You took that so well, sweetie! I'm going to let you decide. Would you like some more flogging or do you want to move on?"

"I'd like to move on, sir."

At first I thought she was just afraid of more lashes but then I understood her reasoning. Cindy knows that once I get an idea in my head, I will make sure it happens. Whatever tortures I had planned were inevitable. More flogging would delay my more sadistic acts but ultimately only add to the pain she would face. Such a clever cunt.

"As you please. I'll keep this handy though. You haven't seen the last of this fella."

I draped the flogger over the beam securing her arm. I collected several items and lined them up on a small table. I covered it with a sheet before bringing it over to to my sweetie so I could reveal them one by one. I groped her lovely breasts a little more before puling back the sheet to display the zip ties. They were wrapped around the base of her lovely breasts and pulled tight. And then pulled even tighter. Poor Cindy was wincing but I needed her tits stationary for the delicate work I had in store. She couldn't be flopping all around.

Now that she was immobile and and nicely swollen, her skin stretched taught, I pulled back the sheet a little more to show the sandpaper. It was the finest grain I could find. As tenderly as possible, I began sanding her tightly stretched areolas. Just brushing over the sensitive skin. I worked slowly and deliberately, removing the thinnest amount of skin and inflicting tiny, invisible scratches on the freshly exposed surface. Despite all her fussing, I knew Cindy appreciated my attention to detail.

Once I had attended to the entire area around both nipples I took the flogger and stepped back. My sweetheart had the most wonderful look of resignation on her face. She didn't beg at all. Part of me just wanted to release her and make love to her. But the rest of me was intent on continuing her torture. The thrashing that followed was vicious. Her bound tits didn't move as much as before but judging by her screams, the missing layer of skin had really increased her sensitivity.

The flogger went back over her arm and the sheet was pulled back further to show the next item, more sandpaper. This was cut into long, thin strips. It took some time but I was able to get her nipples erect by massaging and sucking on them. I didn't even need to use the ice cubes I had ready. She must really like me. I held a strip between my hands and, sawing it back and forth, slowly worked my way around her hard buds. I then carefully applied the same treatment to the tips, scraping off just enough to leave her completely exposed.

This time she begged.

"Oh god, please don't! I can't stand it! Not again! No more, please!"

And on and on. It was heartbreaking but in the end, she got her flogging. She screamed and cried. The silly girl. I'm sure her salty tears burned like hell on her tender flesh but she just kept crying.

When I'd finished striking her swollen, red tits I put the flogger away. She must have been relieved to see it go. Until I took the sheet away to reveal the final items.  Two dozen bright, shining needles.

The begging became too much and I had to put a ball gag in her mouth. Two needles went horizontally above and below her nipples, just under the surface of her areolas. Two more vertically on either side making a square around each nub. Four more went around each nipple, diagonally, making an offset square. Then each nipple got a horizontal and vertical needle right through and two more diagonally.

With twenty-four sparkling needles running through her beautiful bosom, my toy looked amazing. And even though I pricked my finger once while decorating her, I generously decided not to punish the cunt for it.

At this point she was exhausted. Which made it easier to untie her from the beams and force her into a cruel hogtie without letting her pull out any needles. The bitch was forced to lay on her bound, sanded, pierced tits. I knew she needed rest but I was far from finished with her. I sat flat on the floor in front of her, removed the gag, and explained,

"You're going to make me cum with your mouth and swallow my gift every hour. Each time you do, I'll take out a needle. With twenty-four needles, we have a fun day ahead of us! Of course, if you don't please me, a needle goes back in. Now get started, cocksucker."

That first blowjob, I was so excited that it only took a few minutes of mostly tongue work to get me off. She got a needle pulled out and the rest of that hour to rest. But each time it took a little longer for me to finish and required a little more effort on her part. She faced a difficult choice: bob her head faster, bouncing on her abused tits, or risk failure and a needle being reinserted. Through the night, I'm afraid neither of us got enough sleep and Cindy needed a few slaps to get her focused on the task at hand (or mouth).

But she managed to succeed, making me cum 24 times in a row. Honestly, I was rooting for her. My poor cock was exhausted. I untied her and we both shuffled over to the mattress and fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. Of course, as tired as I was, I still cuffed her hands behind her back and put a couple of medium binder clips on her abused nipples to ensure she had the proper sort of dreams. I drifted off with my lovely pet wrapped in my arms. Just heavenly.

The next morning I woke up to Cindy's wiggling. She needed to pee and knew better than to wet the bed, such a good girl. I led her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. I allowed her to release her bladder but immediately reached between her sweet thighs and cupped a handful of urine. I brought it up to her pouty face and she reluctantly slurped it up. After a couple more handfuls I let her drain the rest of her waste into the toilet while I washed her filth off my hand.

We laid back down on the mattress to cuddle and I removed the clips from her nipples. She had such a nice reaction as I considerately rubbed and squeezed to restore the circulation. The silly bitch never knows what she wants. She begs not to have her nipples clamped but then makes a fuss when I take them off. What am I to do? After a few minutes, when she'd calmed down, I put them back on and she was just as upset. That got me all worked up so I gave her a gentle ass fucking while we spooned.

We dozed together for a while until we were both awakened by the familiar sound of Allison's heels clicking down the staircase. Fucktoy followed behind her on a leash,  awkwardly masking her way down the steps on all fours. I'd invited Allison and told her the current theme was breast and nipple torture but I didn't know what she had in mind. I'm sure Cindy was just as excited as I was to find out.

I got up to greet Allison but Cindy just curled up tighter in the bed. As though she could somehow protect her breasts from the evil woman. Once we'd exchanged pleasantries and I'd described Cindy's ordeal so far, Allison walked around the mattress and bent over to softly brush Cindy's hair.

"Hey there, sleepy head. Would you like to come have some fun with me?"

The helpless thing was trembling and she shook her head in denial. But Allison was undeterred. She took hold of both binder clips and coaxed the slave to her feet. Once she was upright, Allison wrapped her in an enthusiastic bear hug.

"I've missed you, sweetheart! Did you miss me?"

"Yes, mistress Allison" Was the obedient response.

"Oh good, I'm so happy that you were thinking of me!" Allison turned her head to kiss Cindy's neck. "And Fucktoy asks about you all the time! When she isn't gagged, of course. She didn't know how to refer to you at first, since you don't have a name, but we figured it out. What do you call her, Fucktoy?"

The petite Asian girl explained, "She's 'that bitch with nice tits', mistress."

Allison's smile beamed. "That's you! You're that bitch with nice tits!" To emphasize her point she reached up to grope the lovely chest before her. Then, once again leading her by the clamps, she brought Cindy to a supply cabinet and started preparing her for the next phase of torture.

First of all, there was a four foot spreader bar between her ankles, keeping her legs wide apart. As is fitting for a slut. Then there was a collar around her neck. It was a dog collar since it went on a bitch. Allison loves details like that. Next there was another four foot bar. This one was attached to the collar. I thought it was for Allison to guide Cindy around but she then attached Cindy's cuffed wrists to the bar, behind her back.

More tugging at the clamps moved the cunt to the middle of the room. It was funny seeing her walk with the spreader bar, taking wide, awkward steps. I chuckled as I was squeezing Fucktoy's firm ass cheeks. Once she was positioned correctly, Allison tied the far end of the neck bar to a dangling rope and hauled it up. This brought her arms up behind her, forcing her to bend at the waist. She was completely exposed. Legs apart, showing her slit to the world, leaning over with her tits dangling in the air. Defenceless and vulnerable. It reminded me why I love my good girl so much.

Time for the clips to come off. Allison showed the same loving instinct that I have and pinched and pulled the nipples, helping to restore the blood flow.

I settled in for the show, sitting in the master's chair with Fucktoy kneeling between my knees, servicing my cock with her throat. She was more accustomed to licking her mistress but she did well enough and only earned a few slaps. Meanwhile, Allison picked up a heavy cane and held it in front of Cindy. Tapping across the swinging nipples she said,

"Your master told me that these little cupcakes need my attention. I'm going to beat them black and blue and you're going to scream and cry for me. Are you ready, that bitch with nice tits?"

Without waiting for a reply, Allison swung the cane up into the hanging breasts, right across the nipples. The impact rippled through the soft flesh and brought out an inhuman screech from my slut. Allison closed her eyes to savor the agony she had caused and Cindy moved in her restraints as though she could shake off the pain. My cock was all the way down Fucktoy's throat but I put a hand on her head and gave a few short thrusts, trying to fit even farther into her face hole.

Over the next two hours or so, Allison beat the hell out of every square inch of flesh hanging from Cindy's chest. She changed angles, moved around, and even stood directly in front of the miserable thing to strike the seemingly protected skin between her stinging globes.

For her part, Cindy did scream and cry. She couldn't escape from her spread legged, bent over position, and never managed to avoid the pain of the brutal strokes.

Once Allison's arm was tired, she stood in front of the pathetic, sobbing woman and lifted her chin. Her other hand brushed back the hair and wiped the snot and drool from her chin.

"Thank you, dear. I enjoyed that very much. And now I want to fuck you. I'm going to get a nice thick strap on and rape that little cooch of yours. I know you're a randy young thing, but I don't want you to cum, alright? If that greedy cunt has an orgasm, I'm afraid these hangers will need another appointment with the cane."

While Allison prepared herself, I ordered Fucktoy onto my lap so I could penetrate her while Allison penetrated her victim. As the large, artificial cock lined up with Cindy's hole, I positioned myself at the slaves opening. We pushed inside at the same time. It was heavenly. There's nothing better than a tight, unwilling cunt. Well, except tight, unwilling cunt while watching your miserable, bruised whore be violently used by a gorgeous, sadistic woman. That makes it even more special.

Or asshole. Tight, unwilling asshole is good too.

Allison took her time, really made a meal out of the act of rape. She started fast and brutal but slowed into long, deep strokes. Standing behind Cindy as she involuntarily presented herself, Allison would bend her knees and then stand up until she was fully inside the  sweet embrace of Cindy's most intimate place.

The tone of Cindy's moans changed slightly and Allison knew what was happening. Continuing the deep, steady strokes, she reached around and began massaging the swollen clit with juices from below. Cindy tried to wiggle away but couldn't escape the insistent fingers.

Allison has told me before, that a good rape is the most torturous experience possible. A whipping or beating may leave lovely marks on the body, but an unavoidable, deeply personal rape will leave marks on the soul that will last forever. And I could tell she was leaving her mark. Cindy can enjoy a good fucking like she was receiving, even if she's ashamed of it, but doesn't like it too, too deep. So Allison would hold it there for just a few moments every three or four strokes. Pushing beyond comfort just because she could.

Eventually the sensations overwhelmed Cindy and she had her inevitable, shaking orgasm. Allison cupped her bruised breasts and held on for the duration. I shot my load into Fucktoy and sighed in satisfaction. Allison stepped in front of Cindy and explained,

"I hope you enjoyed that because you know the price you're going to pay for that orgasm."

I felt my cock start to stir again inside Fucktoy as Allison aimed the cane along the painfully swollen nipples and Cindy begged uselessly for mercy.

Whack!

After a vicious beating Allison and Fuck toy left. My slave was hanging by her wrenched back arms, sobbing beautifully. I released the poor thing from her bondage and carried her over to the mattress. We were both worn out and soon fell into a deep sleep while I spooned her and held her horribly abused tits.