Nipples Jubilee (2 page)

Instead of going for her offerings, however,
he went for her rear first. The first stroke surprised her. By the
second, she’d adjusted, pushing her ass back to give him a good
target. In just a few strokes, her bottom blazed. She had no doubt
it was criss-crossed with brilliant red lines, but she’d yet to let
out a sound. She’d suffered much worse lashings at her Masters
hands, and she relished it.

Once again, she pressed her breasts out,
doing her best to seem eager and make their wrinkled tips inviting.
With a tight smile, he dragged the tip of the crop slowly up her
wet, back-thrust labia before giving them a light pop. Her gasp was
the first real sound she made, and she was afraid it might have
enticed him to spank the fat lips more. She opened her eyes to look
just as he pulled the moist leather flap at the crop’s tip across
her nipples, as if warning her of what was to come. Holding back
another smile, she pulled her ass back in and thrust her breasts
out more, egging him on.

The first couple of blows were easy, but it
wasn’t long before he was striking her breasts methodically, making
them bounce to the encouragement of everyone present. After beating
the whites of her breasts until they were a tantalizing mottled red
that held the promise of blue and purple stripes over time, her
Master interrupted.

"Don’t be afraid to whip her nipples."

After moving out of the way of a cameraman
who wanted a closer view, her Master nodded at two of the other
men. The first dropped to his knees in front of her then all but
attacked her pussy with his mouth, sucking, licking, and even
biting on her labia and clit. Whereas she’d had no trouble being
quiet through the cropping, in moments she was moaning in sheer
pleasure.

Zoey hardly noticed the second man come up
behind her, another crop in his hands. That was when the first set
about doing as Master instructed. In moments, he and the other man
were trading blows. One lashed at the tips of her breasts while the
other went back to work on her bottom. They alternated one after
the other, making her rock back and forth between strokes.

She had never been involved in a three-way
exchange like this, and it wasn’t long before she simply gave up,
jerking forward then back as the crops burned lines across her.
Whenever the pain threatened to overwhelm her, she concentrated on
the pleasure blossoming between her legs. While she’d easily
managed to stifle any desire to cry out before, she made no effort
this time—not that she would have been able to.

When the first tears dripped off her cheeks
and started trickling down her chest, the man at her heaving
breasts moved back to the whites, lavishing hard, sharp strokes
with his right hand while stroking his cock with his left. The
second man ate her into a near orgasmic frenzy, keeping her in
check with an occasional hard nip to one thick labia or the other.
The third man was just a blur through her tears, though the fiery
burning that swallowed her bottom told her he was still hard at
work.

Just when Zoey thought she’d have to resort
to her mantra, the first man groaned and a warm jet of come sprayed
across her hip. A wild slash drove her nipple back into the center
of her right breast at the same time as a wicked snap blazed across
her ass. Reeling from the incomprehensible combination of agony and
ecstasy, Zoey’s own climax bubbled over.

Several unrestrained lashes later, she
sagged, held up almost entirely by the chains around her wrists.
She felt the support slowly give as her Master lowered the chain.
When she dropped to her knees—as much from exhaustion as from
obedience—her Master ran a hand gently across the top of her head
and handed her a towel. Then he started unhooking her wrists from
the chains.

Barely able to see through the veil of
wetness in her eyes, Zoey noticed the couple in the back move up to
the front. She blinked several times to clear her vision and found
that the woman watched her intently. Zoey toweled cooling come from
her bottom, hip and thigh and tried not to meet the woman’s eyes.
But she couldn’t help but notice a hint of hunger in her eyes, and
a far more obvious look of interest.

"For the rest of the evening you’ll see what
perfect training can do,” her Master’s voice interrupted. “Though
my toy will be completely free, I guarantee she’ll do exactly as we
wish just because it pleases me."

Zoey didn't even consider the possibility
that her Master was mistaken. No matter what he had planned, she
fully intended on pleasing him. Some of the men, apparently knowing
what was in store where she did not, seemed skeptical. If only for
that, she would show them her Master was right. Concentrating on
the slowly fading throbbing in her pussy, she willed the stubborn
pain in her breasts and bottom to subside before the next stage in
her Master's plan began.

She was taking calming breaths and
concentrating on her inner refrain when he slipped a forefinger
beneath her chin and gently cocked her face up to look at him. She
couldn’t see his face behind the hood, but his brown eyes told her
everything she desired to know. That look was why she’d do anything
for him.

He slid his hand lightly down her neck and
over her chest. His palm was cool, soothing to burning criss-cross
of lashes that decorated her left breast’s upper slope. His fingers
brushed across her nipple then closed. Squeezing hard, he used her
breast it as a handhold to lift her into a sitting position. Even
though the beating was barely over, she felt her nipples harden at
his touch, a reaction to not only the dull pain of his grip, but to
the thrill she always had when he was near. He gripped her breast
until she thought it would burst, then he twisted it so she'd turn
more toward the audience.

Zoey realized he’d moved her so they could
watch her face when he showed her what was next. The hot lights
glinted down the length of a thick, stainless steel meat skewer.
Her wide-eyed reaction drew a couple of knowing smirks from the
skeptics. Her Master had used needles on her several times, some of
them painfully thick and all of them a special treat, but never a
skewer.

"A few minutes ago I mentioned that my toy
would be actively participating in our pleasure tonight."

Without looking at her, he held the metal
spike back so she could reach it. She looked at it for a moment. It
was at least three times as thick as the holes in her nipples. And,
though the tip seemed sharp enough to pierce steak cubes, it wasn’t
nearly as sharp as the needles had been. The tiny holes in her
nipples would be nothing more than pilot holes, but despite her
concern, she took it without reservation.

"Now you’ll see exactly what the proper
training will do as she voluntarily skewers her own nipples as the
next step in getting ready for my..." His pause was brief, but she
thought he was about to say, "feast."

"...finale."

When he finished talking, he simply nodded at
her and stepped aside to watch with the others. She could no longer
see his eyes, but she imagined they were both proud and hungry.
With that thought girding her, Zoey looked again at the thick metal
and at the small hole in the base of her right nipple. She had
little doubt that forcing it though would make the pain she had
suffered during her first piercing seem minor in comparison.
Regardless, she didn’t hesitate to press the tip of the skewer
against the hole.

The stiff flesh refused to give easily to the
thick spit. She pinched the firm at its base with her other hand,
holding it tight as she pushed the skewer harder. After a moment,
the metal stretched the hole and started moving through. The pain
told her that there was more going on than simple stretching,
though.

When a small trickle of blood began to wind
its way through the wrinkles below her nipple, Zoey gritted her
teeth and paused. Before she gathered the courage to continue, her
Master interrupted, stepping back up to her carrying a squeeze
bottle filled with some kind of thick, purple fluid.

"I almost forgot. My special sauce. Crushed
raspberries and a little raspberry juice, some mint spices, and
brandy." He tipped the bottle and let some of the violet liquid
drip onto the end of the skewer and down the side of her nipple. As
the cool mixture trickled, it mixed with the small amount of
redness already there. They mingled until one became
indistinguishable from the other, faintly burning her sensitive
skin as it dripped.

He stepped back beside the woman and her
friend and watched with the others as Zoey started pushing again.
Sharper pain shot through her breast, and she longed for the man
that had been at her pussy before to come back. She tried to work
the skewer in slowly, stretching the flesh around it, but found
that it wouldn't be possible.

As if having read her mind, her Master handed
the big back massager he often used to force her orgasms to a
member of the audience. Smiling, the man turned it on. Moments
later, her pussy vibrated violently, her clit and inner folds
crushed beneath the flat, mushroom-shaped head. Taking a deep
breath, she pinched the base of her nipple and pushed.

The skewer followed the same path as the
smaller hole, but the stabbing pain and warm trickling down her
breast told her that it wasn't doing so without a fight. For a
second she closed her eyes, reciting her mantra and basking in the
tingle building in her pussy. Just as she was starting to bring the
pain in line, a sudden fire seemed to catch inside of her nipple as
the spices and the alcohol in the purple sauce worked their way
into flesh scraped raw by the skewer.

Zoey's first reaction was to pull the skewer
free, but despite the acidic burning that enveloped the tip of her
breast, she managed to keep from doing so. She forced herself to
concentrate on the almost bruising pressure between her legs. From
somewhere, she heard her own quiet whimper and saw her Master start
to move toward her.

Fearing he’d be disappointed, she pushed
harder, forcing the skewer deeper so he would be proud. It was
halfway in, but the combination of the metal driving through her
nipple and the fire of liquid spirits had started to make her feel
faint. She felt sweat beading up on her forehead. With a force of
will, she shoved again. The skewer rammed through until its tip
stuck a full two inches out the opposite side.

The agony of the effort had shocked her back
from her dizzy spell. Still, the man with the vibrator was no
amateur, and she felt another orgasm begin to boil inside her.
Going from one extreme to the other, she almost panicked, not
wanting to disappoint by coming too soon. She distracted herself by
watching a stream of crimson trickle down her breast. She pushed
the rod further, sliding it through her nipple until the sharp tip
jabbed against her other breast.

The extra pain did the trick, at least for
the moment. She sucked in a deep breath and looked across the
crowd. All eyes riveted on her, she even held the skeptics in
thrall. She saw the approval in her Master's eyes as he added a
squirt of sauce to her other nipple. Ignoring the chemical fire on
a raw lash mark, she smiled. She had never seen him look so
proud.

It was that pride that inspired her as she
imagined her nipples skewered and covered in his special sauce,
ready for the fantasy to come true. She took her left breast in her
left hand and pressed her nipple against the cool metal tip. With
one brutal shove, she rammed the brochette into the tiny hole and
out the other side.

The pain of running the other nipple through
had been nothing compared to this. In fact, nothing that her Master
had ever done remotely compared. Panting, her mantra buzzing inside
her head, she looked more closely and realized the skewer had come
out below the piercing. She’d actually punctured a new hole through
half her nipple and the tight crevices of areola at its base.

Dizziness again threatened to overwhelm her
and she threw her head back, her hands dropping to her sides. She
caught herself, quickly cupping her breasts, breathing in short
ragged gasps and silently whispering her chant over and over as if
it were a lifeline.

Eventually, she opened her eyes to the
feeling of more cool fire being dribbled onto both nipples. Her
Master's voice pressed her further.

"Now, my pet will pull on the skewer and work
my sauce in well, because she knows how it will please me."

Zoey almost panicked. Just the pain from the
steel spike itself was taking all her effort to control. The
burning from the brandy and mint added to the agony until the
vibrator was almost an annoyance. As if reading her mind, the man
at her crotch set the vibrator aside and knelt low between her
legs. He pressed her thighs further apart and all but devoured her
pussy whole. While sucking hard on her clit and labia, he began
darting his tongue in and out of her. In moments, she was pulling
on the skewer, stretching her nipples out so the juices mingled and
flowed into the angry holes until it felt as if she'd set them
aflame.

But, now, the pain was exquisite. She found
herself having a very hard time keeping her eyes open, barely
managing only because she could see her Master watching her with a
rapt attention that she'd never seen before. Just the look alone
made her ache to please him even more. She twisted the skewer,
literally doubling her nipple and areola backward on itself,
stretching the rod-enlarged holes wide.

The crowd’s collective gasp was worth every
moment of pain.

While she tried to think of other innovative
ways of pleasing her Master and his friends, the tongue between her
legs did its job quite well, so well that Zoey could no longer
concentrate. After a couple moments when the bliss outweighed the
constant aching in her breasts, a sharp stinging jar burned her
left butt cheek and brought her back to reality. Having gotten her
attention, her Master handed her a huge lead weight.