There was no avoiding seeing them and he knew I couldn't avoid seeing them. They were right there on the table when I walked in the front door after work. Each was four inches wide and 9 inches long and the hundreds of tiny tips sparkled in the lamplight. They glinted because he'd used the grinder on them while he waited for me. I almost went weak at the knees when I saw the big, blocky wire brushes. There was a hand lettered card next to them. It said : We've been waiting for the slut's tits.
My Darling had finally done it. We had graduated from clothespins and clover clamps and I'd begged him to be really rough with my tits and nipples. He promised me something special when I least expected it. The actual word he used was "Monstrous". His voice came from the bedroom:
"Read the back of the card".
My fingers were trembling as I turned it over. The message was just like him, clear, direct and unequivocal. It was no secret between us that breast and nipple discipline excited both of us. In fact, it had become our chief turnon.
It read simply: I am going to remove the outer skin from your breasts. Your nipples will come later. I am going to take all night to do it. You will sit with your arms behind you and allow me to flay them. We have agreed that there will be no safe-word tonight. Whether or not you will be allowed to cum is up to me. Expect nothing. Except repeated opportunities to suck me off. You may feel free to wail as you like. Your throat will be sore enough by morning from the fucking it will get from me.
I felt him move behind me, lifting my sweater and unhooking my demi cup bra. Then he tightened it's shoulder straps for the maximum uplift, giving me the cleavage he loves. My tits were almost on a plane with my collarbones by the time he was done and had refastened my bra strap. I looked like and felt like a street whore and I could tell he loved that. The slutty look gets him so hard and I love to be like this for him.
He told me he was going to work on the tops of my tits and what cleavage the brushes could reach, and that would be first. He told me I should share this love session with you here. By daybreak my juices had pooled beneath the slatted chair where I sat for hours. I was kind of a gibbering, mindless "thing", unfulfilled and almost insane with need and my tits were raw and on fire. And the intensity was about to increase.
It was six in the evening and I marveled at the endurance he would have to muster to spend at least the next 12 hours punishing me. It would be a full half-day or more. And he would spend it all disciplining my tits. It would be for his pleasure and my agony and pleasure too. He walked me to the garage. It was a better place than a bedroom to do what we had to do. All the way he was talking to me.
"You acted like a slut today, didn't you. Just the way you said you would this morning. You showed off your tits to those
men at the office. Jiggled them around. Unbuttoned too many buttons on your blouse. Made them get turned on by
you. You knew if you were a slut you'd have earned the right to have these tits punished. Didn't you!'
And i could only nod. YES! He told me how he would be my punisher. How I would be paid back for all the frustrations I caused those men. He kept on.
" You wanted to show those men tits like you're wearing right now, didn't you. Hoisted up like only a whore would do. Your bra so tight your tits are almost spilling out of it. Cleavage to make their mouths turn dry. You wanted them to run their hands over you like this. Don't try to lie to me."
He clawed his nails over the rock hard surfaces of my exposed tits. They were held together so tightly in the confines of the little demi bra they were like an offering to him. Their cleavage was compressed into a long, hard line. I shuddered at his touch. And he pressed me into the chair that would hold me for the next half day. It had a slatted, open bottom and no arms. It's back was straight and hard. I was naked except for the shred of a black bra.
He turned and was about to go back when he stopped.
"Tell me one more time. What is it you want more than anything else?"
The words came out of me in a gasp.
"Hurt them. Hurt them real bad. Punish my slut tits till they can't take it any more. Please"
"Alright then, " he told me. " Hold your hands together in front of you. Between your legs. Clasp your hands together. Hold those tits up higher between your elbows. I want to see you displaying them for me. Wait now."
When he came back he held a brush in each hand. He normally used them to remove paint. Now he would modify my tits with them. He was true to his word. He would remove all the outer skin from each globe. He would drive me wild with the painfull arousal. And I would not be able to orgasm for a long, long time.
I felt the stiff bristles lightly pass over the tops of my tits. How long could I last before I broke down? Before I fell apart and pulled away from him?
The bristles stung as he dragged them across and over my tits. His voice was very intense.
"I've hurt you before, more often than you can count. Your tits always recovered. I'm not so sure about now. I'm going to send you places you've never imagined. Your titmeat is about to put you in a world beyond belief. I'm going to savage these tits in ways you've never even read about."
I whimpered to him.
"Please Darling! Make me cry for you."
I could feel my juices start oozing onto the chair seat.
"Keep your eyes wide open slutty girl. I want you to see what every man you seduced today would want to be doing now."
He was going to keep taunting me while he worked on my tits.
"Sit up straighter and lean forward, girl. Show me how badly you want it."
He was holding a wire brush in each hand just above my captive tits. He wanted me to push my breasts into the wires and move my chest around on them. I was supposed to torture my own breasts. And I was crazy for it. I took a breath and leaned into his hands. I couldn't hold in my emotions any longer.
"Ahhhhhhhh. Oh GOD. Yessssssss......"
I writhed against him. I rolled my shoulders side to side. The delicious warmth of the scraping wires sent tingles to my brain and back to my pussy. My clit was begging to be rubbed.
"Don't you cum. DON'T you dare fucking cum. You teasing slut. You wanted this like the little whore you are."
He started at my chest wall and rubbed the brushes down to where my bra barely covered my aureolae. He was methodical. I tried to count but it was too much. Thirty.... forty strokes? Maybe it was fifty. I couldn't take my eyes off his as he worked me. It was facinating to watch his eyes and the thin sheen of sweat on his upper lip. And then I looked down.
"Ohhhhhh. What you've DONE to me. My POOR tits!!!"
The portions of my tits that he'd jerked upward in my bra were etched with hundreds of tiny red lines. Some were white. Most of the terrible scratch marks were in multiples so the skin of my tits was slightly shredded. Not very deep. Yet.
"You were made to look like this, slutty girl. And I'm just beginning".
It was hard concentrating now. I realized what the sharpened wires were doing to my tit flesh when I saw the edges of my bra cups. They had sunk into my skin when he yanked the bra so tight. But the pressure he was putting on the brushes had frayed the black cloth. The satin was in tatters.
He began again with lateral strokes. The nerve endings on my titskin screamed. I cried out. I HAD to.
"Oh Baby. You hurt me so GOOD. Make your slut suffer. Ohhh god. ohhhhhh I've been so bad. My tits have been so bad. Do.... do... oh please... pleasepleasepleeeeeeeease... do EVERYTHING to them".
Time stopped for me. Nothing mattered. Nothing except that his hands and those wicked brushes never seemed to stop moving. They stroked and caressed. They tore and gouged at my titskin. The harsh wires gave me painful kisses. They took me to a slut's heaven. Oh my god, how I needed to cum.
"Pleeeeeeease Darling, let me cum. Let me. lemmmme cum. It's been so long now. You've put my tits through so much. Isn't it enough you can let me cum now. Pleeeeease? Just let me get off for a little relief before you go on. Won't you?"
He gave me no quarter. No simple mercy. Not even ONE mercy cum. He explained to me.
"What about those men at work? Did you think they might've wanted to cum when you displayed your tits to them? Did you think about THEIR needs? No. We have to strip away the skin on the sides and underneath these slut tits. Then, there're the nipples to consider. No cumming for you, sluttygirl"
I must have slid into subspace because he slapped me. Told me it was midnight. He'd cut away my bra straps, shoulders and back, and I was holding my juggs up by the nipples. I started to focus on the unreal. Until I realized he'd moved a full-length mirror a few feet away so I could see ...myself? By my nipples alone, I was holding up two large bags of breast meat. That's all I can call it. Meat! He'd called them "Fuckbags". It was so swollen from the chest I knew, I didn't recognize myself. I was like a sadistic cartoon, two cups larger than a few hours before. Maybe three sizes. Red, slippery from fluids and completely without skin. There was no protective layer and every inch of them burned like...like FIRE. My tits wept a clear liquid that was trying to bathe them with something soothing. It didn't work. I was sobbing in agony.. But it was pleasure too. Lord, it was pleasure. And i could hear him.
"Don't cum. Don't you cum you Fucking Slut. You don't deserve it. I'm gonna make em another cup size bigger. GOT THAT? Bigger. Show me you love me before we work on your nipples." And I could see what he was going to scrape them with. The edge of the Exacto knife on the table. His fingernails dug into my earlobes as he guided my open mouth to his cock. No finesse. Nothing gentle. He just stuffed half it's length into the back of my throat.
I tried to scream when the hair on his thighs rubbed my naked tits. All I could get out was a gurgle. Anyone nearby would have heard warbling wails when he pulled out long enough for me to breathe.
The way he savaged my face with his cock, I could barely tell it was good for him. He was planning something:
"Oh, I almost forgot. It wasn't just men you teased with your slutty tits today. Remember how you introduced me to Ann from H and R at the company party? Turns out she's very taken with you. I had a little phone chat with her this evening when you were drifting in your world of pleasure-pain. It seems she likes what I like. And sometimes what YOU like. She'll be over at 4 a.m. She's bringing two kinds of saw blades. We'll have to leave your nipple "work" unfinished til then. Ann says she's very 'interested' in helping us accomplish our goal."
I was immediately attentive and breathing hard. ANN!!! "Ohhhh Ann".
I was the office Hottie. She was the classy one. Cool, witty, Miss Universe legs. Beautiful in a slightly overdone way. Her lips were a little too full, Her tits too big but she always encased them in bras that kept them from jiggling. I was in awe of her and so were most of the others. Now she was coming here, To help him. To hurt me. His voice brought me around.
"We've still got a couple of hours and I'm not wasting them. Look over those clips you bought at the hardware store."
He'd sent me out weeks before to find alligator clips to use on me. I was supposed to find eight that I could 'manage". And another eight that were too rough for me. It was up to me to figure out which was which.
I put on a top with a wide elastic, scoop neck and drove to the old fashioned hardware store. I told the clerk what I wanted and he took me to the aisle. I tested some on my fingers but it wasn't right. Finally I just asked him if there was some place I could "try them on". He didn't understand, of course. I had to tell him they were for my "chest" and it was a kind of game I played. He still didn't get it but left me alone in the office. I pulled my blouse down. I knew right away which were right and which were wrong. I bought the sixteen. Now I'm here in the garage, my tits with all their skin removed, oozing fluids that make them slick and they're burning from the salty mancum on them.
"These are the one's I won't be able to stand." I pointed. And he told me.
"Take the easy one's and thrown them in that wastebasket. We'll use the hard ones on your nipples." I almost screamed. I knew how they felt. The "wrong" ones were bigger than the others, had a stronger spring and sharper teeth. They were long and skinny too so they could hold a lot of nipple meat in their jaws.
"You Cant." I said.
" I can and I WILL. Stick your tits out for me. Hold them up. Wait! Dip your hands in this brine solution first."
I cried out but I did it. The pain turned me on so much. It was just .....Incredible. He called me a sick bitch and I knew I was. My hands were shaking as he fastened two clips on the tip of each nipple. Just on the very tips. They barely connected, only taking in the tiniest bit of flesh. He watched me squirm, Then heard me squeal as he ripped them off. All four at once, two gathered in each hand. It was just a test to see how resilient my nipples were. Now he put four on each and ripped them off again. I started to sob. He ignored me, except to say.
"Like it, don't you slut. These nipples will take a lot. They're more rubbery than I thought. You must be really turned on by now. They're getting bigger too. Look how they expand as we torture them."
And they were. Through my hazy eyes I could see they were a half inch longer and wider too. My God, how they responded to him.
He'd torn the clips off again. He could see me trying to rub my highs together on my clit.
" You whore ! If i catch you trying to cum again I'll take you out on the street and leave you there. You'll get no more pleasure from me tonight."
All I could do was whimper as he applied, then wrenched the cruel clips from the ends of my nipples. He must have done it a hundred times or more. And OH how I wanted it to continue. To never stop. If only he'd let me cum.
There must be a limit to how much a girl's tits and nipples can endure. He was going to find it. I... I wanted him to. I know that makes me some kind of painslut and I know I am.
It went on and on and ON. He was tearing tiny bits of girl meat from my nipple ends The brutal sensations were transporting me in a whirlwind of sensation. There was a hot fire burning all across my breasts. It lanced inward from my nipple ends. My pussy was dripping and I could tell the fluids were running through the slats in the chair seat. It gathered in a pan on the floor.I could tell my nipples still had sensation in them when a burst of pain-energy lit them on fire. It forced me to screech out wordless sounds. I was like an animal. Like a sex animal being hurt in deviant love-play.
Someone else had come into the room. I heard his voice.
"Hello Ann. Have you ever seen tits like these?"
There was a metallic clank as something was set on the floor. Then a woman's voice, silky, smoky.
" She really is a slut, isn't she. I knew she was begging for something like this, the way she acted today. I've brought everything we talked about. Let's use them on her. The stationary blades with the bigger teeth will fit perfectly at the backs of her nipples. You haven't let her cum yet, have you? No, of course not. You've done beautiful work here, from what I can see left of her bra. Did you know you missed a spot? Right here. Down in her cleavage. I'll take care of it."
This beautiful woman lowered two of the loveliest long nails I've ever seen deep into the cleft between my tits.I felt a stabbing piercing. When they emerged they were gripping a piece of me. It might have been the cruelest, sexiest thing I've ever seen. She was twisting it around into almost a complete rotation. There was a moan to her voice as she talked to him.
" Keep working her nipples while I attend to this. I've never seen a woman so totally turned on without orgasming. She's amazing. We can't finish this in just a few hours. Is the rest of your weekend free?"
They'd been on the shelves at the hardware store. He told me to find something I knew I never, ever, could stand to be used on my tits and bring it home. He said he just wanted to see what I thought my limits were. They were something the clerk told me could be used to pick up small things off the floor. There was a two foot long flexible handle, kind of like a cable. There was a button on one end, and when you pressed it these four prongs pushed out of the other end and opened up like yawning mouth. The prongs were thin and flat and sharp. When you released the button the prongs came together, capturing whatever was in it's jaws and dragging it inside the little opening on the end. I tenatively tried one on my left nipple in the store after I popped a button on my blouse. I just couldnt take it. I bought two of them to take home.
Now here he was, taking them out of the cabinet and showing them to Ann and talking about me like I'm not even There!
"These are what I told you about on the phone, when you mentioned your saw blades. Our tit slut here doesn't think she can handle them. Too harsh for her. I'll put em right on the tips of her juggs. The teeth'll bite deep into her nip meat and almost cut though it. Then it'll drag it back into that little space, nerve endings and all. She'll go out of her head. You've never seen a girl get hot like she does. She'll be like a maniac."
Ann looked as if she'd need convincing. She knew about tenderness and sensitivity in breasts and nipples.
"If she doesn't think she can hold up under your pinchers..and she DOES manage to, I'll give her the other end of the nipple treatment. We'll see how cum-crazy she is then. We might have to strap her down."
I watched in shock as Ann used two weird looking clamps to fasten a pair of circular-saw blades to the edge of a table that was brought up close to my tits. The height was adjusted so the fangs on the blades were about even with my nipples. Then a bunch of things happened so fast I couldn't follow them.
Ann took me by the earlobes and turned my face close to hers. I could smell her sweet breath.She ran her tongue over my lips.
"This is from your friend at the office. You know, N. I just left her. She knows what I'm going to do to you this morning. She begged me to give you ....this."
This beautiful woman bit my lower lip. It was pouty to begin with but she just savaged it with her teeth. She pulled the tender flesh out and moved her head side to side. I knew then that I loved her.
Ann kind of took over. She hooked the opened hardware store pinchers onto the extreme ends of my nipples. She let go of the buttons and the blade-jaws took the last quarter inch of my nipples into their grasp and pulled the bunched-up bits of meat toward the opening the blades had emerged from. My poor nipples didn't want to go there ... they had no choice. But the openings were too small and my nip flesh spread out around the rim of the opening. The blade-teeth kept tugging at my meat. The spring was really strong. I didn't even know how I reacted.My sex juices flowed through the slatted chair seat and into the bowl underneath.
"G......OHHHHH...GODDDD. GOD IN HEAVVVVVVVEN."
Ann..she was the PainGiver to me now.. moved the table edge right under my nipples. Ann handed over the two tools to him. He pulled the pincher-cables up and out. My nipples rose and stretched...by three inches. The circular saw blades were right under the place where my aureolas ended and the white of my breasts began. Still stretched out, He pulled the tools on the ends of my slutty nipples DOWN onto the blades.
Ann was fast. A curved pruning saw blade appeared in her hands. It was three feet long and had some kind of crosscut teeth that snaggled in two directions, every other tooth. Used this way it didn't cut. It Pierced! She pressed it down into my udders just back from the other blades underneath.
He was straight in front of me, Ann was at my back. He was pulling the nipple-end pincers out and down. She was pushing the tree saw forward and backward like a side scraper. I knew I was wailing then. A whole series of little cries that didn't make any sense but I had to express "something."
"Ohhhnooo..No...no.. No...mmmmm...eeeeeeeeeeeyesssss ONMYLORDD... yesssss..YESSSS...MY TITTTTTTIESSSSS...b...bb.....AHHHH...bad titties......."
Every millimeter of skin covering my tits had been scraped away. Dragged Raw! My juggs were terribly swollen and swelling even bigger. I was carrying two slabs of fire on my chest. At the ends of each were some of the most sensitive flesh on my body and they were being raped by steel tools. YES... it was nipple fucking. They were being penetrated and punctured by implements never intended for this. For the sheer pleasure of a man and woman. And for the incredible agony... and pleasure too... of this woman who put herself in their hands. No one outside the door would every believe what was going on in here. All these things were running through my mind in a whirl of disjointed thoughts....reactions. But I was having flashes of being somewhere far away and looking back at myself in the mirror, now moved to my side. They were seeing something else, I guess. I could barely hear their voices. His.
"The whore is close to breaking. But she's fooled me before. She comes back for more. See if you can make those blades meet in the middle of her nipples. I'll pull harder on my end. I can get another inch or two out of these nipples."
"You forget I'm an expert in tits. You'll get three inches or more out of them. WORK AT IT! Let's get her nerve endings exposed. Nipples. GOD, look how long they are when you stretch them like that. Give me the Exacto knife! I'll strip down these nips."
I howled and tried to cum. He slapped me hard three or four times.
"You cum and it's over, bitch. No more fun. We leave your tits alone. We tie you up and leave you here and she and I go in the bedroom and fuck each other half to death. We leave the door open so you can hear us."
I whimpered and pleaded with them to keep going til they were pleased with me. I sobbed in submission. Ann began scraping the edge of the knife along the hard, extended...Ohhhhhh so extended..tops and sides and bottoms of my nipples. A breath of air on them was like molten lead.
P....p...leeeeeeeeeeeeease. i'm a teasing tit whore....and..... and..."
Ann went back to acting like I wasn't even there. Just a piece of meat. Meat to be hurt.
"I brought the horsehair gloves in my bag. I left them out in the rain and sun for a month in case I needed them for something like this. I've got a larger pair for you. Between us we can do something to her I've never managed with a woman before. We'll go after her milk glands. They're so damned slippery, protected by the meat of these big tits. Tits you've been making bigger. This girl's more than an E cup now. You like them BIG, don't you! Well, we get to her milk glands, you'll see big tits. You'll go crazy over them."
I could only see him through teary eyes. And they barely focused now. I had never seen a man so excited. His lovely cock projected out of his pants.
" You're incredible, Ann! Her fucking milk glands. We can crack them. The slut would like to have them torn. Maybe we can mash them."
I was trembling out of control. What defense do two poor breasts have against four strong hands in hard gloves. And they were about to take on one breast at a time. I clasped my hands down in front of my pussy. I wanted to touch it so bad. But I wrung my hands together so my elbows pushed my tits up higher for them. They were shiny with sweat. Sweat and the clear fluids that almost poured out of their wretched skinless surface.
And then it was so quiet. I should have known. I mean, the way I was displaying my tits for them. I was like a mute challenge. I heard somebody say it.
And the other voice.
"Yes. TEN. Ten of the hardest you can. The razor strop has a lot of oil in it. It'll swing well. TEN. Let me see how deeply you can bruise them. Right down to her rib cage. Hit her arms too."
He had the leather in his right hand. I pushed my tits out higher, farther.
My whole torso jerked down. My head fell forward. She pulled it back by my hair. Brutally. He striped my tits again. and again. The edges of the lash raised ridges in my raw titmeat. It tore away tiny layers of me. I screeched.
"MORE..... MORE GODDAMMIT..lash my whoretits. Hurt them for the men I teased ....I taunted today. My tits have to.... have to..... Ohhhh pleasetheyhavetohaveit."
Nobody spoke. Ten. Done. I was hiccuping sounds I couldnt understand. Every muscle was rigid. I was almost catatonic with need. I could only whisper.
"cum..... please let me cum. I'll do anything. You take me up here and you leave me and you keep raising the cruelty and my tits have taken everything you have and you WON'T LET ME CUMMMMMMM." His voice was very close to me.
"You know, Ann, once we've done her milk glands maybe we should let her get off. It could be exciting to witness. Let's think about it. Now give me those gloves."
A steel wool-like surface covered just the palms and fingers, up to the first joint. The leather itself looked dried, cracked and old. I could almost feel it on my skin. And my skin, what was left of it, crawled. Her gloves were different than his. Ann's were left open at finger and thumb tips. Her curving, inch long nails were right there, carefully manicured in a dark red polish that looked so fresh I could almost smell it. They were all filed to points. I couldn't stop looking at them. And wondering what they could do. To me. To my tits that they both loved working over with a clinical ferocity. If it was clinical, I was their little lab rabbit.
She wanted to tell me about her gloves.
"Look at your tits, slutty girl. They don't have any protective covering any more. Your surface nerves are right out here for the touching. Do you know what he told me on the phone he was going to do to you? He said he was going to "exfoliate" your tits. I'd call that clinical. You are like his science lab experiment.
These gloves will be very hard on you at first. After a little while the dry old leather will soak up these fluids your breasts are putting out. It's sort of a saline bath, wouldn't you say? It means your body is making a frantic attempt to put slick surface on these dirty tits. So whatever grabs them next will slip off. You can't help it. But don't worry. I can fix that. I brought this along."
I gave an involuntary shiver as I watched her go into her bag. It was an abrasive chlorine cleanser. Two big cans. I took a really deep breath and imagined. She helped me.
"It'll go so nicely with the steel wool. Like two of three lovers in a menage. Your juggs are the third. I think these two want to rough fuck your slutbags. Think of it as intentional pain-rape of your big tits. And its all legal, because you want it. You want us to violate your milk bags. You'd go crazy if we just stopped and walked out."
I was close to the edge of cumming or passing out as she spoke this sex-torture-tit talk to me.
" And won't the chlorine feel fantasic when it dissolves into where your pores used to be? Will we have to strap you down then? You shake your head "no"! I think we will. Because we're not going to stop. You asked us to. In writing. And I have another 24 hours of spare time. Imagine! All that time to customize your tits."
I started mewing like a kitten. My breathing got irregular. She was torturing me with talk.
"You've been looking at my nails. I had them done just for you ."
Lovely Ann placed eight fingernails along the tops of my protruding collarbones. She pressed them into my flesh until I could feel them probe the bone itself. Then she raked them....slowly..almost lovingly down my weeping, skinless and glowing tits. Tits still balanced on the circular saw blades...dragging her nails toward my purpling nipples. Nipples with the tips still caught in the crushing grip of the 'pickup pinchers' held stretched by his hands. I was writhing and keening out some kind of terrible sounds. I hardly heard her speak to him.
" Five inches. She's ready for it. Stretch the slut's Fucking nipples. RIGHT NOW! Twist the tools halfway around while you're doing it. You can get FIVE inches out of her. She's like putty now."
I started to pass out from sensation overload but she had the ammonia capsule right there and under my nose. My eyeliner was running down my cheeks. I cried out in the anguish. I gave little cries of fear and desire and raw sex and perversion too. I was a deviate and I knew it and I didn't care at all. I leaned back in the chair as far as I could to help him. I would have sold my soul for the both of them. Maybe I already had. THIS... was my place in life. I had to ...HAD to tell him.
" FIVE inches. Yes. ohyesyesyesssssssss. You make me more of a whore than i am able to be...alone. I'm... your.... your.. breastslut. anything you want. any any thing AHHHHHHH.. pl......eeeeeeeease" His voice... distant..breathless..
"Spread her mouth for me , Ann. When I reach the "Five" I'm dropping these things. She'll eat my cock. This little paindoll is gonna DEVOUR me."
Ann roughly gathered my hair in her left fist and jerked my head back. The lipstick tube was in her right. She'd made sure it wasn't the waterproof variety. She artfully took her time applying it, much thicker than a wholesome girl would wear. It was whore makeup and we both...we all three knew it. She wanted me to hear it.
" He wants to see the marks of your lips on his cock when he fucks your mouth. Lipstick smears on his dick excites him. You want him excited, don't you slutty girl. You want him like a bull at stud. You want him where nothing matters except your agony and his pleasure."
It really wasn't a question by her. The more she pulled my head back the more it made my tits stick out. He... he..raped my nipples with the grabber-tongs. It felt like every time he twisted them, he broke something loose inside the ends of my tit meat. Like tiny ligaments and tissues tearing. When he untwisted them they were a fraction of a millimeter longer. Ann held the ruler there. My eyes had rolled back inside my eyelids and I was sightless. All I wanted was the sexual pain. It transformed itself into something like Heaven in part of my brain. I prickled all over. I was giving out little cries, piteous little cries like a lamb being tortured. I chewed off my lipstick and Ann reapplied it. But not before biting my lower lip very slowly. She was whispering to me how my lips would swell up even more and then i would have... OH God...... i'd have real blowjob lips. My tits and nipples looked like they'd been drawn by some perverted artist. Like someone had morphed them, but they were Real. Immense, broken, twisted things. I heard a low grunt from him.
" THERE!!! FIVE!! OPEN HER.... Open her mouth. Open her mouth cunt "
She stretched my lips so wide his cock never even touched my teeth. Barely touched the inside of my cheeks. It was my throat he wanted. I was being throat fucked like a ragdoll. I gurgled around it, choking. My lipstick smeared all along the length of his shaft. I tried to wail my pleasure. But I had no breath. He was short stroking my throat while she held my head tightly by the hair. My face did what they wanted it to do. I had been face fucked before but never with this kind of cruelty. Only when he pulled far out was I able to suck the end of his cock until my cheeks went hollow. There was enough lipstick still on my mouth I could squeeze a ring of it at the base of his uncut cockhead. I sucked and licked him til I was dizzy. He grunted and bellowed with his release while Ann raked her fingernails back up my blazing tits.The stream of his jizm was aimed into my eyes and hair. The saltiness stung my eyes. My tear glands welled up and spilled over. I was their fuck animal.
My beautiful pain-giver raked her gloved fingers through my sweat-matted hair, combing the strands of his cum. She held out her fingers for me to lick him. I loved the smell and taste of him on her rough gloves. My tongue strained his cum from their roughness. When she leaned over me to flick my right nipple with her fingernail, I whispered to her.
"She's asking if her tits could feel your gloves. Have you noticed how she seems obsessed with them? She's been looking at those gloves almost lovingly ever since you took them. Why not give her some 'kisses' from them? It'll give the gloves some suppleness too."
And then, he was holding both gloves in the fingers of one hand.He held them by the cuffs and raised his hand high. He brought it down. The hard fingertips of the empty glove leather whacked my udders, right on the tips. It must have sounded like the shot of a pistol. I know I cried out. My tits were bouncing as he established a rhythm. Droplets of fluid from my tormented tit sacs lifted into the air. I was crying out for his rough kisses. I could feel the pain induced fluids starting to run down my thighs. I couldn't help myself any more. I just took what they gave me.
Ann's hands were busy now, moving from up behind me, gathering my wobbling tits from the sides. She sank her long nails into them close to the bases. She held the tit meat rigid. It was time for my milk glands. He put the gloves on and prepared to explore. I'm almost certain I heard him growl.
His fingers dug me. There's no other way to describe it. They felt and probed. When he isolated a slippery gland he held his fingers either side to keep it from escaping. From the side, Ann was moving with a carpenters' C clamp opened wide. She positioned it over the little mound of meat between his fingers and started screwing it closed. He had to hold my tit very tight because the gland wanted to get away.
The round swiveling metal plate and the base of the clamp made contact with my girl meat. He had my tit twisted in his hands so the gland couldn't move while Ann screwed it tighter. I could tell what to expect from what she was saying out loud.
" We're going to burst them one at a time. This pain bitch will never nurse a baby. Not that she ever could, considering what we've done to her nipples. She's in for a rare treat. She's never felt anything like this before. She may never again."
She said later that I began making noises like you hear at night at the zoo where one animal is tearing apart another of a lesser prey. I remember babbling and shrieking when the tearing and popping noises made me realize I was being totally dehumanized. I could comprehend was was happening and still not fully appreciate the barbarity of it. OH GOD, it was perverse. One after another of my precious girl glands were ruptured. A pinkish fluid was leaking from my nipples. Ann was ecstatic.
" Look how they're swelling. This is the formula. We can make them as big as we want them. We have her almost on the crest of the wave where she's been trying to go. She almost gets there but then she needs more pain to get higher. We could make it an almost endless cycle. But we're going to let her cum before long. We're going to let her cum a whole lot. She may try to tear your cock off. But first she needs to taste me."
I was slumped down in the low chair when Ann straddled me. Her beautiful legs spread wide and I plunged my tongue into her with a wild cry. I sucked her lips and devoured her clit between my lips and my teeth. She was crying too.
"Bite me, you little pain bitch! Use your fingers in me. AHhhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssss! Tongue fuck me. Yeaaaah. Don't stop. Don't just stand there, mister! Milk her teats before they explode. Squirt them on the floor. Get that slut milk out of her. Use the gloves on her clit. Scrape it raw. Yeah, like that. now cum you whore. cum like you've been wanting to cuz he's gonna fuck you next. Oh God... i'm cummmming. Ahhhh ohhhhhh yessssssss"
His rough gloves were sanding my clit. He was pinching and pulling at it with one hand and milking one tit with the other. Milking me like a reluctant pig whore. Thick pre-milk was oozing through his fingers as he brutalized my udders. My cum covered eyes were blurred and unfocusing. My tongue was lashing her pussy flesh. I somehow knew he was kneeling between my legs and. His cock. Was in me. Hard, rough, fucking. Shouting something.
The crest was right there. My pussy was like a river, running cum. The cum brought on by pain. girl-cum. I was bleating out my torments and my orgasms. The pain was force-inducing exquisite pleasure. How could every woman not want this.
"Hurt me! Fuck me like a pig. I am. aaaaaaaaa AHH fuck your pig. My tits. Hurt. My tits. AHHH AHH eeeeeeeeee".
I was shivering in ecstacy. My body was covered in gooseflesh. My teeth were chattering as though we were in a deep freeze. But I felt blazing hot all over. My tits were absolutely on fire. The whole room must have reeked of hot cunt fluid. My legs were running with it down to my ankles and collecting on the concrete floor. It was mingling with Ann's and his own hundred degree mancum that had run off my face and out of my pussy. It made up a witch's sex-brew that I would have to lap up later, down on my hands and knees.
We all rode the crest.Time died. We rode. Rode rough. Until he collapsed. Ann had other plans.
(more to come......)
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