Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“How does it feel?” my master asks me, and I smile a hedonistic grin under my hood as he runs his finger down one of the ladders.
“It hurts, Master. But it feels amazing.”
“Good.” He runs a finger down the other ladder. “Because it’s going to get a lot worse, do you understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Master.”
He drags the point of a needle across one of my swollen tits, then pricks one of my nipples with just the tip and I yelp like a bitch. My God, he’s going to fuck me up so bad.
“Stunning,” he says, and then his mouth lands, sucking on one of my tits.
Jesus Christ, how I wish I could hold his head to me, because it feels so good. My feet dangle as I squirm, because my clit is begging for touch, pulsing with need. I’m whimpering, practically delirious with pain slut pleasure when he moves across to my other tit, because I could come from this. Even with two fucking columns of vicious piercings and my tits trussed up in twine, I could come like this. My clit is screaming.
He pulls away with a smack of his lips.
“Get her ready, everyone.”
Two hot mouths latch onto my straining nipples in sync, and they suck. They suck long and hard and I’ve never experienced anything like it, as pulses of heightened pleasure seem to get drawn through my tits all the way down to my desperate clit. I moan and push at their mouths for more, knowing that I’ll come if they keep this up.
These two really know what they’re doing now, both of them biting down and stretching my nipples in their teeth. Fuck, this is so damn good.
“Change it up,” my master says and I could cry when the two hot mouths leave me aching for more.
Different mouths gorge on me, sucking and biting, and hands slap my throbbing tits between rounds. Fingers pinch and flick at my nipples, and tongues tease me, and all I can do is beg.
My pussy! Please, please, touch my pussy!
I’m so wet, I can feel it trickling down my thighs.
I’m a fish on a line, offering up my pussy as a bustle of strangers punish my bursting tits, and this is where I belong.
Someone’s nails scratch their way down one of the pierced columns on my ribs and pain spikes white through my head, but I don’t care, all it does is makes me smile a crazy smile.
“Stop,” my master says when the slaps have built me to a frenzy, and I groan in protest, my clit on the very tip of coming from nipple play. One touch, and I would be done for.
So fucking unfair.
“Your tits are ready now,” my master says. “Absolutely beautiful. It’s a shame we have to hood you. If only you could see the state of yourself.”
When he pinches the swollen, bruised flesh at the side of a nipple I cry out. The needle burns like a demon when he slides it through.
He works in a circle this time. A lattice of needlework surrounding the swollen bullet at the centre, and fuck how it makes my head spin.
I lose track of numbers, just murmur and curse and take a hitched breath with each pinch and spear. The prickles are on a different level here, but so are my endorphins. When he starts work on my other tit, I’m flying high.
“You’ve earnt a little relief,” my master says when he’s done. “You’ve been such a good slut for me.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“One of you in her pussy, either side,” he directs people. “Three fingers each. Stretch her open.”
People raise my legs to get to me. They support me, frog legged in my shackles as a hand reaches in from either side. My master’s instruction comes to life. Two sets of three fingers push their way into my sopping pussy. Six thick fingers at once, from two different angles. It aches as they plunge inside, but damn, I’m ready for it.
The fingers in my pussy distract me as my master takes hold of one of my swollen bullet nipples. It’s a shock of epic proportions when he stabs one of his vicious little needles all the way through.
This one makes me cry after I yell, despite the fact I’m still rocking like a whore against the six fingers in my cunt, wanting more. My master hears me choke with tears under my hood when he takes the other nipple and pinches me.
“Want to use your safe word, Holly?” he asks, but no. I don’t.
I’m far from my safe word.
“Never,” I say, and let out a long, feral groan as he pushes the next needle through slowly. Savagely. Piercing my second nipple with a cold little spear.
My tits must be a fucking state. Bruised, battered, swollen and speared. My nipples throb to a whole new insane tune.