Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

Of course, Zarina’s breasts were in horrible pain, so, as if to remind me, she hollered:

“Please take my breasts out! PLEASE!”

I relented and stood upright as I caught my breath. Zarina immediately twisted her body out of the water and cupped her breasts, sobbing. I stayed in her ass. It still felt too good. Even after I completely lost my erection I did not want to pull out. After some delay, I reached over to undo her other wrist and then the spreader bar, but I still kept my cock inside her asshole.

“Ahem,” I coughed, “do you really want me to punish you more for neglecting your duties?”

“Aman Allahım, please…can’t I just rest my boobs for just a little longer? You can stay in my ass….” 

Zarina clenched her ass muscles down on me repeatedly, though it almost pushed me out.

Her crying was becoming increasingly ragged, “I know I have nothing to bargain with, but…please….”

“Ok, I gave you a second chance….”

Zarina spun around, dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock down so fast I don’t think my it had time to drop and hit my balls. 

“Mmmm!” She starting sucking her hardest and making fake sounds as if she enjoyed ass-to-mouth.

“You better not let any of that cum dribble out of your asshole either. I shouldn’t have to remind you of this.”

I could see her clench her asshole and ass checks and reach back with her non-dominant hand to try and hold my cum in. 

“However, I did mention I would examine your boobs afterwards. From a medical perspective for once. So get ready to hold on to that cum.”

I bent over and grabbed her to flip her upside-down in a standing 69, with her lips still attached to my cock. I carried her over to the dining table and laid her down with her head over the edge, as if to throatfuck her. I could feel that I was going to be flaccid for a good while. But if anything was going to get me hard again, it was the look of her tortured boobs. There were some blisters on her breasts, and a few of the pink patches of skin looked, for lack of a better term, wetter than the rest of her flesh that had been submerged under water. Signs of second-degree burns.

“I’d say it will take 2-3 weeks for those burns to heal. There may be some discoloration for a while afterwards, but no permanent scarring.”

“So no skin grafts?” Zarina stopped sucking and looked up at me hopefully with bloodshot eyes.

“Shouldn’t have to. We’ll just take good care of your breasts, keep them clean and cover the blisters and raw skin. Aloe vera and vitamin E may or may not help, but both shouldn’t hurt.” 

Zarina sniffled, but I got the sense that she was a little relieved. I pulled out of her mouth. She had done a good enough job of cleaning off my cock. At this point I was more concerned with treating Zarina’s boobs. I went to the kitchen sink to wash my hands for a full minute, making sure to scrub under my fingernails and rub soap from every angle, like a surgeon had once taught me. From a locked cabinet, I drew one of many first aid kits and took the bandage wraps out of their sterile plastic bags. I then wet the bandage with cool, but not freezing cold, water and gingerly laid it across her breasts. She yelped anyway. Once her burnt flesh was protected from infection, I reminded her that there are no exceptions to the rule of sucking down my cum, wherever it had been deposited. 

“Go ahead and clean the cum out of your ass.”

Zarina shot me a look of disbelief, but stuck a middle finger up her ass anyway. I covered her breasts first to ensure that no filth from her ass dripped down onto the open wounds. She put some effort into putting on a show for me, but not as much as usual. I could not bring myself to punish her for it, as I was focused on her long-term physical well-being (I know, I know…probably the first time that day I could say this with any integrity). 

Zarina did a passable enough job of licking the gobs of cum straight out of her ass, so I only did a cursory check with my soft cock for any leftover residue.

“Your boobs probably still feel like they are on fire, right?”

“Aman Allahım, yes! That cool bandage feels good but they still burn.”

“Ok, I’m going to have to wash them with soap in the bath.”

Zarina visibly was in no shape to walk, so I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into a bathtub. She sighed, letting out a little tension, but she could never fully relax. I rarely carried her unless she had passed out or I was forcing her into a bondage position. This was about as genuinely tender as I had been with her, if you could ever call it that.

Before I turned on the faucet, I said:

“Normally I make you wash with cold water solely to make you suffer. But I hope you can understand why the water has to be a least relatively cold in this case.”

Zarina nodded. When the cold water hit her feet she still instinctively flinched a little.

As the bathtub filled up, Zarina asked quietly, “Why do you suddenly care about me?”

“Suddenly? As I’ve said before, I know I make you suffer most of the time, but I do truly care about your long-term mental well-being. You know it’s depressing for me if you are crestfallen all the time. And, hey, you’re not as good of a fuck. I’ve said I doubt anyone can keep up an act when they are in constant torment.”

Zarina nodded ever so slightly. Zarina clearly did not like my answer, but I hoped she was starting to understand me as she heard my reasoning over and over.

Once the water level covered her nipples, I took out another sterile bandage, wet it under the faucet, then drizzled some anti-bacterial soap on it.

“Hey, bring your breasts to the surface.”

Zarina sat up a little and stuck her chest out.

“I’m not going to lie, and you probably already are anticipating it, but this is almost certainly going to hurt. Even though I’m not the usual disinfectant. On the contrary, you have to let me know if there are spots where it doesn’t hurt, ok? Because that’s a sign of a third-degree burn.”

Zarina nodded and swallowed hard.

I brought the soapy bandage to the tortured skin on breast as gingerly as I could, but Zarina still recoiled and yelped on contact. I did not say a word and just waited until she pushed her chest back out of the water. For the first time I could not even focus on how hot it was to watch her suffer, though the 3D footage would make for another rousing memory in the future. I dabbed and circled the areas that looked the most wounded. Zarina squealed and squirmed all the while, but she was trying to hold her position.

“We have to make sure your breasts don’t get infected,” I explained, as if it was going to mollify her.

I knew Zarina already knew this. She was well-educated, if not actually an expert in any kind of medicine or biology. 

A smile crept into the corner of my mouth and I said, “I also can’t pretend that I’m not getting a little kick out of causing you pain right now. You’ve known that.”

Zarina did not react and kept looking away.

I continued: “But do you believe me when I say, ‘I’m not hurting your boobs right now just because I think it is erotic?’”

There was a silence and Zarina would not look at me or her breasts. But finally she softly breathed:

“Yeah….”

In that moment Zarina looked younger than I had ever seen her before. She suddenly seemed even more vulnerable than when I first kidnapped her. She had always been a wise-beyond-her-years and self-confident twenty-something. A tear trickled down her cheek, and for the first time I felt like holding her tight as she cried.