Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

Zarina noticed that my erection was growing again and became focused. She started sucking my whole manhood in her mouth while wiggling her tongue on my balls. I let out a sigh and I saw the first genuine smile at a corner of Zarina’s mouth since I had scalded her breasts. She scratched the back of my balls and perineum while starting to circle my asshole with one finger. My eyes involuntarily squeezed shut and when I opened them I noticed that her non-dominant hand had moved to her clit and was rubbing her hood up and down with increasing speed. My hardening cock could no longer fit all the way down her throat, but she kept trying and gurgling.

Zarina caught my glance and curled her pelvis towards me to make sure I could watch her clitoral action. I felt her exaggerated moans around my now fully hard cock. She may have been faking her enjoyment for my benefit, but I could see the first signs of arousal on her slit and fingers. I knew she was going to ride me and I was ready to go, but she needed more time to get herself wet enough. Maybe she should have gotten herself started a little earlier…. She did not have any time to waste.

Maybe a minute later Zarina must have judged herself to be sufficiently wet because her hand flew from her clit and encircled the base my cock hard with her ring finger and thumb. She popped my cock out of her mouth and swiftly sat up to lower herself onto me. Zarina was not as wet as I knew she could be, and she was already squeezing her love muscles hard around me, making for slow going. But she kept sinking down to take my whole length inside her. Zarina let out a loud continuous groan, closed her eyes, and threw her head back. A little over the top, yes, but still hot. 

I was getting very excited again, as she was now fucking me in earnest. But I found myself studying her bandaged breasts as they bobbed up and down.

“Hey, how do your boobs feel?” I knew I was killing the moment, but I earnestly wanted to make sure we were not doing additional harm

Zarina paused her fake moans, but kept grinding down as hard as she could and moving her hips in rhythm.

“I mean, they fucking hurt. What do you expect? But they don’t feel like they are on fire anymore since you gave me that cold bath.”

“I’m wondering specifically about how the bandages feel on the skin. Is it rubbing as you bounce up and down?”

“No, not really. I mean, I can feel the blisters and patches of skin that got burned off and they are really sensitive. But you wrapped the bandages pretty tight so I don’t feel any friction. There’s a sharp pain as my boobs bounce, but it’s not bad. Compared to all the other ways you’ve tortured my boobs, that is.”

“I was thinking about having you wear a sports bra to help with that. Maybe even one of the new ones you ordered in the mail. But I was also worried that it would cause additional friction between the cloths.

“I don’t know, man. I guess like you keep saying, we’ll just have to test it out and see which hurts me more….”

I chuckled at the familiar reference. Maybe also because her pussy was clenching almost too hard. Most importantly, I was glad that she was willing to talk to me casually. No one could blame Zarina for being preoccupied with how her breasts felt, and she kept explaining:

“You may not believe it, but I really am grateful to you because the bouncing of my boobs isn’t hurting them too badly. See, with this deadline, I can’t afford to be restricted to only certain positions. Admittedly, they’re not really flying around now. It’s lucky for me that you like me moving my hips so much, and not just going up and down the whole time. My boobs usually shake a lot more when you’re the one pounding me really hard in doggy.”

The only thing I could think to say was, “All those are good….”

“Hey, just say the word if you want me to switch it up. Or if you want be on top…or take me from behind…we both want to figure out which positions are in the best interests of my boobs, right?”

The thoughts in my brain kept being interrupted by powerful signals from my cock. There was something I could not figure out her sudden informal demeanor: how did she become friendly with the enemy who is hurting her? She was fucking me too hard to think straight, but this was probably going to be something I would wrestle with later. I couldn’t get it out of my mind, yet I didn’t know how to phrase the question. So I tried to poke at it:

“Granted, I know it’s out of character for me to not want to hurt you any more.” 

“Hey, I’ll take off the bandages or hurt my girls more if it’ll make you cum faster.”

“No….”

Zarina cut me off, “you could see how much damage you’ve done. Wouldn’t that be hot for you?”

“You’ve got me figured out,” but I shook my head.

I was breathing hard now, but I tried to string together a complete sentence: “But honestly in this case…I think it would have the opposite effect. I would be too…preoccupied with worrying….that your wounds were going to get infected.”

“Well, well. You really do care about my breasts healing, to be giving up the sight of my boobs in pain.”

“Hey, they were perfect…,” I made a couple of guttural sounds and then added, “with and without signs of torture.”

Zarina shot me a look that seemed to say, ‘oh, C’mon.’ But she was starting to pant as well and the expression faded. She had been vigorously moving her hips as fast as any dancer and her inner thighs were feeling hot against my hips. Beads of sweat were appearing all over her body. The sex felt too good to form coherent thoughts, though I could only speak for myself. Apparently I had only been speaking for myself:

“So…does this mean no sex with me laying belly down for a minimum of 2 weeks?”

“Hopefully it won’t be that long,” I moaned.

In recent weeks, she had pretty much found out which angles of penetration I liked the most, though I don’t think they were the most stimulating for her. But her vaginal muscles were getting stronger with the Kegel weights and, at this rate, I was a little scared she would one day bruise my cock.

“So you can get back to torturing my boobies sooner?” Zarina smirked.

She was being cheeky, but I liked it in this case, that she understood my kink.

I took a deep breath and tried to be responsible again for a second:

“We will have to see how they are healing,” I paused to let out a moan, then spat out the words, “The 2 weeks is just a general estimate. We will decide based on the progress we actually see.”

“We?”

“I really do take your input into account…. I can’t feel how they are healing.”

I closed my eyes and took a couple of sharp breaths, enjoying the heat and intense sensations of her pussy. Then I recovered to point out:

“However if what you say doesn’t match the signs I see….” My own grunts interrupted me. “Then I’ll think you’re making excuses and faking the severity of the injury.”

“Hey, I wish you would err on the side of caution and give me the benefit of the doubt. But, yeah…I know that.”

“Just don’t give me a reason to punish you.”

“I always try not to,” Zarina shrugged her shoulders, “just sometimes it doesn’t work out for me.”

We normally did not talk this much during sex. If she is being this vocal, her words were full of whatever dirty talk she can come up with to titillate me. I did not mind her being chatty though, because she seemed truthful. I had only asked her to be honest with me when we were taking a break, so I guess it was a sign of her growing comfort here. 

Sometimes I like to prolong the experience of sex and enjoy whatever a girl is doing. With my sex slaves, sometimes I held back to make her suffer some torment for longer. But this was neither of those times. 

Zarina took the hint and got back to acting like she was lost in pleasure as well. She was really bearing down with her pussy and going as fast she could. I groaned loudly in response.

Zarina cradled my head and neck in her hands and cooed, “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

She let out a few loud grunts of her own and then looked straight in my eyes:

“C’mon. Relax. Let go. I know you want to.”

I really did. I was so close.

“Please…I wanna feel you shoot all that hot cum deep inside my pussy.” 

Zarina’s slutty voice was really starting to sound like baby talk now.

“I wanna scoop all that cum out of my sopping wet pussy and taste every last drop…of both our cum….”

My hips were bucking to meet hers now.

  “You’ve taught me so well…. You hurt my boobs so good earlier…. You’ve earned this….”

That was it. I roared, surprising myself, considering it was my fifth orgasm of the day. My body was convulsing and I shot a few loads in a row into her. Zarina raised her eyebrows and said with genuine surprise:

“Woah, you came hard, huh?”

I just groaned. Zarina smiled broadly and kept rocking in all directions, milking me dry. She knew she had given me a particularly good fuck. As I caught my breath, I closed my eyes to enjoy the lingering sensations she was giving me. My erection fell and I started to slide out of her pussy.