Nipples Jubilee (4 page)

Zoey sighed and closed her eyes,
concentrating on the slow grind between her legs as he sucked her
turgid nipple and its surroundings between his lips. Taking his
cue, the other woman drew her tongue up the side of Zoey’s breast,
lapping the warm sauce until she found its tip. She made one
teasing circle around Zoey’s nipple, enough to pull it tight again,
then licked more sauce away.

While the woman licked and nibbled on the
lower curve of Zoey’s breast, her Master sucked, first soft, then
harder, his tongue exploring the throbbing ball of hard flesh. Zoey
didn’t bother trying to hide her gasps or the moans that let him
know she was close to coming. She felt his cock get thicker, his
hips grind harder, his teeth coming into play.

A sharp pain lanced through her other breast,
and then another as the woman began biting Zoey’s soft flesh.
Unlike her Master, her other tormentor spent more time enjoying the
white curves, bite after scraping bite removing sauce and bruising
flesh. The pain was beginning to become more difficult for Zoey
bear, most certainly into yellow territory and moving quickly
toward red.

Zoey rolled her pussy hard against her Master
and squeezed his cock as tightly as she could. He was chewing now,
still lightly enough not to rend her tender flesh, but easily
bruising her, or worse. Her pussy tightened of its own accord, and
she moaned. She wanted to wrap her legs around her him, fill her
fingers with his hair, pull his face into her and make him live his
dream. Failing that, she pressed her breast into his face and
arched her hips up so her clit ground against his veiny shaft.

She bit back a cry as both her Master and the
woman became even more ravenous. Outwardly she groaned, fighting
back the urge to cry out. Inwardly she was reciting her chant, over
and over, converting the pain into something better. Their moans
mingled with hers, and she absently realized the other man was
fucking the woman from behind with as much enthusiasm as her Master
was showing as he fucked her. The man’s hands were full of her
backthrust ass, and he was pounding her so hard her hanging breasts
bounced wildly beneath her.

Yet, despite the intense pain and insanity of
what was happening, the tingling in her pussy became stronger, as
if it sensed she needed more pleasure to balance the other
sensations assaulting her. The tip of her breast still at his
mercy, her Master slid his cock back until it was just barely
inside her.

Zoey gasped, holding her breath. What
happened next was either uncanny coincidence or perfect timing has
she felt the sharp points of her Masters teeth crush down her
battered nipple’s length and cut deep into the ruddy, broken
wrinkles of her areola. This was not the gentle man looking for
solace in her bosom. This was the brutal Master looking for the
feast he’d always denied himself—the man Zoey had always wanted to
see.

At exactly the same time, his partner bit
hard into the soft, lower curve. The final straw came a split
second later, when she shook Zoey’s breast like some kind of
predator and her Master drove his thick cock back into her with a
loud, wet slap. For the second time that evening, Zoey exploded in
a wash of anguish. She writhed, screaming as they continued
enjoying their treats and he fucked her harder than he ever
had.

Unable to focus on her mantra, Zoey lost
control of her breathing. She could feel herself begin to
hyperventilate. Unable to do anything but ride out the feelings,
she threw her head back and bit her lip, tasting blood as her ears
started ringing again. She wanted to rail against the unwelcome
noise and fight away the whiteness, savor every moment of her
Master’s triumph until he and his new friend collapsed on top of
her mangled breasts. But it was just too much. The last thing she
felt were more vicious, wonderful bites as unconsciousness claimed
her once again.

~~~

Zoey woke to find her Master standing over
her, his eyes filled with love and concern. The woman and man stood
just behind him. No one manned the cameras, and there was no one
else around. They were all three dressed, with no signs they’d ever
been otherwise. She looked around. She was lying face up on the
table, but her wrists and legs were free.

Zoey was surprised to see that the skewer
still ran through her nipples. Her breasts still throbbed and
burned, but the only decorations besides the ultra-thick piercing
were the crop marks, the bits of raspberries and sauce caught in
the furrows of her areola, and the few thin lines of drying blood
that had trickled from her nipples.

There were no bite marks, no torn flesh.
Though thoroughly scored from the caning, her nipples and areola
were still whole, hard and surprisingly inviting. Though her pussy
felt swollen and flushed, wet from excitement and orgasm, she could
tell her master hadn’t yet taken her, nor had anyone else that
day.

She looked back up at him, confusion giving
way to the realization it had all been a dream—a delightful,
brutal, incredible dream. She’d simply overloaded and passed out
and they’d carried her to the table. There had been no Nipples
Jubilee.

Zoey couldn’t decide whether she was pleased
she was still whole or disappointed that the impossibly wonderful
sensations had all been fantasy. She settled on disappointment,
though not as much for herself as for her Master.

His voice broke her thoughts. It was soft,
caring and concerned. “Are you alright, Zoey?” The way he said her
name made her suddenly sad and happy all at once. Gone was her
Master, at least for now. She felt her eyes start to burn as tears
threatened to well up in them.

Her own voice was hoarse, hardly more than a
whisper. “I’m fine. Really…” She looked around again, remembering
the reason they were there in the first place. “Where is everyone?”
She started to sit up, panicking at the idea she may have let her
Master down. “The house… your plans?!”

It was the woman’s soft touch that pressed
her back to the tabletop. “You’ve already paid for the house, Zoey.
Relax.” She lightly brushed Zoey’s nipple with a well-manicured
fingernail. “And there will be plenty of time to pay for the rest
later.”

“But…” Zoey looked pointedly at her own
breasts. Though they’d hurt for a few days, she needed to keep
going now more than ever. Everyone else’s gaze followed hers,
making the two battered mounds the center of attention. “…what
about the rest? The frozen sauce, the fire…?”

Her Master raised an eyebrow as he lightly
caressed her cheek. “What are you talking about?”

She was in tears now. The last thing she
wanted to do was stop, and the dream had been so real. “You were
going to cover my breasts in frozen sauce, and light them like one
of those flaming desserts. Then you…” She looked at the pretty
woman. “…and her…you were going to…”

“To?”

“To…have Nipples Jubilee.” She said it as if
it were simply fact.

Her Master looked from her breasts to the
other two people. Zoey saw his eyes meet the woman’s, a look of
intrigue suddenly showing on both their faces.

The woman smiled slightly. “’Nipples
Jubilee’…How adorable.” The looked she gave Zoey’s breast was
identical to the meat market eyeing the men had given her earlier.
She absently licked her lips as she looked at Zoey’s Master. “It
would be a lot more entertaining than what you had planned.”

His smile matched hers, and Zoey could see
the special look of delight that was only his dance in his eyes.
“We’d have to re-negotiate the contract,” he said.

The other man stepped up. “That could be
arranged.”

The three of them moved together and started
walking to one side, talking quietly and leaving Zoey behind
them.

She settled back onto the table and slid her
hands up her belly to her breasts. Her palms felt good brushing
over and soothing the purpling welts and tender skin. Her nipples
reacted to her touch, growing harder when she started tweaking
them. She doubted they’d go quite as far as her fantasy—she
imagined her Master would want to use her for some time to come—but
she had no doubt they’d go far enough.

With that thought in mind, she thought about
her dream and smiled, closing her eyes. It was going to be a
wonderful day after all.

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Matt Nicholson
is a
freelance writer and the Publisher of Darker Pleasures. Throughout
the first decade of the 21st century, he published, edited and
wrote stories for the erotic adult webzine of the same name. A fan
of breasts and breast-oriented BDSM, he has written and edited
hundreds of short stories ranging from R-rated erotica to hard-edge
bondage and BDSM fiction. Matt is perhaps best known in certain
circles for
The Breast Punishment Primer
, a non-fiction
reference for all things having to do with tit torture. He is in
the process of writing his first full-length novel,
Families
, expanding on a series of vampire-centric BDSM
erotica stories featuring characters and concepts touched on in the
short stories
The Alcove
and
Becoming Eternal
. For
those of you intrigued by such things,
Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em:
Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM
features thirteen of his
best-selling stories.

You can find other e-books written by Matt
Nicholson at
Darker Pleasures
(www.darkerpleasures.com)

Darker Pleasures
began
as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and
photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles
specializing in breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures
featured stories written by dozens of erotic authors including Matt
Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter,
Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in
January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures started publishing
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