Nipples Jubilee

by Matt Nicholson

  Nipples Jubilee

  By Matt Nicholson

  Nipples Jubilee

  Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Matt Nicholson. All rights reserved.

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  Smashword Edition, License Notes

  This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters places and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

  Zoey hung by her wrists from thick, steel chains. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way. As always, it tickled the middle of her back. The widest of their spreader bars pushed her legs apart. The breeze from the ceiling fan teased her naked, wet folds, chilled her bare bottom and added to the excitement that drew her nipples tight.

  In earlier days, her shoulders would have felt half-pulled from their sockets by now, and her wide-splayed hips would have ached. She might have already started quietly chanting her mantra, the loving phrase she’d made up about her Master that helped her through the more difficult punishments. But he had long since conditioned her to be more tolerant of such things, as he had with most of the rest of his torments. Not only had he trained her to persevere through, and even enjoy the torture, he had also taught her to accept being shared with others. So her unease had nothing to do with the men knocking at the door.

  What it did have to do with was what the night had in store, and whether or not her conditioning had made her ready. The furniture and tools were in place and the fire was burning. It was almost time. She shivered from both fear and excitement. If she was right, tonight Zoey would finally give her Master his fondest dream.

  He’d found her two years earlier. Though she’d claimed to want to be submissive, she’d been defiant and untrained. He had taken her in and slowly trained her, breaking her in a step at a time until she was his perfect pet, his toy, his slave. She had long since come to believe that the pleasure he got from using her was worth more than anything was. In fact, she honestly believed her enjoyment of what he did went beyond his.

  Though he often spanked her, and wasn’t at all beyond treating her pussy to his special brand of pain, he was particularly fond of her breasts. He spent most of his time on them. There were few punishments they hadn’t seen. But, though he was often his most brutal when her breasts were at stake, he could also be his most gentle and vulnerable. Their most intimate moments came when, after a particularly trying day, he pillowed his face in an upper curve and worked his way from a gentle sucking to wonderfully painful, flesh-bruising bites. She knew he held back. She longed for him not to.

  But, whether he was being vicious or not, just the thought of him ravishing her nipples with his teeth when, after hours of playing and torment he finally gave her the honor of sex with him, made her wet.

  Besides Zoey and his fetish for her breasts, her Master’s dungeon was his passion. It was his only escape from the brutal reality of his daily struggles. Here, he had total control. He enjoyed the power of deciding what pain and what pleasure she received as much as he enjoyed taking her when he was done, if not more so. His dungeon and its delights were probably the only reason he hadn't given up on society entirely.

  Having been laid off from his job, many of his bills and his mortgage payment were behind. With the home that contained his precious, well-equipped dungeon threatened, he had sought therapy in punishing her and had been especially rough as of late.

  On top of that, since the layoff, he had started renting the dungeon out to others. For a few Bens extra, she came with it. The renters came individually and in small groups. Her Master would stand off in the shadows, watching as they played or practiced on her. He never let them take her too far, but “too far” for her had become a matter of definition. The safe word was his, not hers, and his only voiced conditions to their play were that they didn’t do anything her Master couldn’t tend to medically and that they made her come before they finished their play.

  She couldn’t recall a visit she hadn’t enjoyed. Even if her climax had been lacking, the punishment had always been delightful enough to leave her wanting for a return engagement someday.

  It was hard to decide which she enjoyed the most. One group of three more seasoned men had clover clamped her pussy lips and nipples, weighing them down with dangling lead while gang-banging her from behind until she was all but unconscious from use. Another, more sadistic bunch tied her nipples with dental floss and strung them up to the ceiling, pulling her up on her tip-toes. After spanking her until her bottom was well-bruised, they plunge their dicks into her pussy until it was sore inside and out and she thought the midnight purple tips were about to come off.

  A younger couple, hardly out of college, had strapped her down, naked and spread-eagle, on top of her Master’s play table. Laughing and giggling, they froze her best parts with ice then meticulously covered her from her inner thighs to her neck with brilliant, red wax a few scalding drips at a time. Once that was done, they used her as a padded fuck table. With his girl’s ass pressed firmly against Zoey’s stinging pussy and her head nestled between her wax-covered tits, he pounded his partner nearly senseless. Then they took over a half-hour “cleaning her up” by beating the wax from her body with a suede flogger.

  Then there was the woman who used a combination of Shibari and perfectly-knotted hangman’s nooses to suspend her face up by her thighs and breasts, the pretty ropework on her legs and the choking nooses up top. Once the lady rigger was satisfied with her artistry, she took Zoey slowly with a double-sided strap-on, rocking her back and forth in mid-air until they both came. By the time she was done, Zoey’s nearly exploded breasts resembled over-ripe eggplant. The rope burns had lasted for days.

  And Zoey would never forget the night of a thousand needles. As pretty as all his designs were, she didn’t think he’d really quite used a thousand of them. Even so, her areola and nipples, pussy and even the tight, inner curves of her bottom would have begged to differ—especially after the hearty horizontal fucking he gave her, needles still in place.

  Though each encounter was deliciously cruel to a fault, none of them had a problem with her Master’s second rule. In fact, most were quite good at following it. All the time he watched from his corner, drinking his Dr. Pepper, sometimes masturbating, other times not. With the increasing number and frequency of these sessions, Zoey was sometimes amazed that she recovered as quickly as she did. She was even more surprised at the amount of pleasure she derived from her Master's enjoyment.

  Through it all, Zoey felt more alive than she ever had. When he she wasn’t in his dungeon, her Master treated her like a princess. She knew he loved her deeply. She loved him just as much. And she was addicted to the conflicting mix of agony and ecstasy he gave her as strongly as any drug, almost as much as she was addicted to the pleasure he took from giving it.

  So, in a way, Zoey found his financial hardships a blessing. He took her to limits of pain she’d never known, and she had plenty of other distractions along the way. But the thought of having him suffer in any way overrode her own desires. She hoped that today's plans would both do away with those hardships and finally let him have her the way he'd always stopped just short of in the past.

 
Zoey looked down at her breasts, wondering what they’d look like by the end of the night, when the noise of conversation interrupted her thoughts. She shifted her shoulders and rolled her hips, watching from her haven in the dark as her Master finally returned. Large, muscular, black-clad and hooded, he led six men and a woman down the hall toward her into the dungeon proper. Several men carrying cameras and filming equipment followed them.

  An hour earlier, he had ordered her to undress and take out her nipple rings. She’d done so without question and cooperated fully as he chained her to one of the thick horizontal crossbeams in the dungeon, pulling her arms up so her breasts stretched into tempting, easy targets.

  It wasn’t a couple minutes later that their spreader bar pushed her legs apart and left her ass and pussy just as easy to get to. She knew what she looked like now, and she forced herself not to smile as she watched the men peering through the shadows to see. It was obvious they were looking forward to enjoying her so naked, defenseless and wanting.

  Once everyone had gathered in front of her, her Master turned on the lights, letting them see her in all her helpless beauty. While they looked at her, she looked at them. She recognized most of them, men that had played with her before. They were all surprisingly easy on the eyes, which made it pleasant to imagine them helping do the things her Master loved to do to her.

  After letting her imagination run wild for a second or two, Zoey noticed the woman, tall and strikingly pretty in a just-on-the-edge-of-forty sort of way. She stood in the back, away from the others, beside a slightly younger man with razor stubble on his face and a slight hint of beer belly. She didn’t have much more time to consider who they might be, as her Master stepped up beside her in front of the group. His voice was confident and proud.

  "Tonight is a very special night since it will save this exceptional dungeon and begin a new era for all our slaves. As you know, I’ve had some financial setbacks. Although letting you use both the dungeon and my lovely slave has helped a bit, it hasn’t been enough. Those problems end tonight. I’ve negotiated a profitable film deal with a BDSM web site that will give me enough income to pay off my debts and even expand if I wish. I’m happy you can all be part of this great occasion."

  Very few of them were actually watching her Master. Instead, their eyes floated over Zoey while they clapped at his little speech. She felt as if they were deciding on what cut of meat they wanted, drawing imaginary black dashes around her breasts, ass and pussy in particular. The prospect both frightened and thrilled her. Her nipples pull tighter and her clit start to swell at the thought.

  "Each of you has generously paid to watch the filming of what will be my most glorious moment with my slave. Several of you have also donated more money to be part of the fun and to help prepare her for my grand finale. If you’re ready, we’ll begin."

  All of the men nodded, eager to start.

  "Good, then let the show begin."

  Several cameramen hovered around Zoey or worked tripod stands, readying themselves to capture every moment of what was about to happen from a half-dozen distances and angles. She looked around, taking a last, deep breath before the filming started, then gave herself one final glance. She was curvy and petite, with firm cantaloupe-like breasts. Remarkably unblemished despite the punishment they’d seen, they were tipped with large, meaty areola, easily three inches across even when they were hard from excitement or cold.

  Her thick nipples were dark and pebbled like raspberries. In fact, that’s what he called them, “his raspberries.” The description sounded like something from an erotica novel, but it was accurate. They were the kind of tits many men only dreamed of looking at, let alone torturing.

  She’d kept her pussy shaved, and her Master had pierced her clit not long after her nipples. Zoey's body was ripe for them to abuse and enjoy, and she knew each man had a particular part to play. She was all but trembling in excitement and fear by the time the first man stepped forward.

  He swished a black leather riding crop back and forth through the air as he came toward her. Well familiar with that crop, she arched her back, catlike, and thrust her breasts forward, defying the man to do his worst. Her tummy tightened and she closed her eyes as he drew the whip back.

  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 f
rom 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.

 
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