Page 27 of Serving Her Sentence
Still, by the time the workday ended, she was a hot mess of seething need, and her nipples were aching and tingling nonstop.
Sean grinned when he saw the outline of her nipples against her shirt.
“Well, that’s a nice way to be greeted,” he said, chuckling, then reached out to pinch a little bud. Noelle whimpered, then moaned as he slowly increased the pressure on her aching bud, giving her the stimulation her body was already craving, slowly going from good to intense to painful. Rising onto her toes, she gasped and clasped her hands in front of her to keep from reaching up to pull Sean’s wrist away. He studied her changing expression. “Does that hurt, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” If she had hoped the affirmative answer would cause him to ease up, she would have been sorely disappointed, but Noelle had already learned to expect no such thing. Sean pinched her other nipple, making her cry out as the mix of pleasure and pain made both breasts throb, her pussy answering with a needy pulse. Her eyes burned as tears gathered from the sting.
“Let’s take our toy home, so we can play with her properly, Sean,” Damian said, getting up from the desk where he’d been watching the interplay. A thrill of anticipation swept through Noelle—from her itchy, swollen nipples down to the fluttering heat of her pussy.
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Becareful what you wish for.
Being Damian’s plaything was a constant reminder of how quickly wishes could go wrong. It was like playing one of those games where someone would express their wish, then the next person to respond would have to warp it.
Wish for more stimulation for her nipples? Her day ended with nipple torture.
Wish for an orgasm? Noelle was fairly certain one was coming, but the path to get there looked to be particularly grueling.
After dinner, the men took her to Damian’s dungeon and stripped her down naked. Her wrists were bound together in leather cuffs with a chain, then lifted over her head, leaving her completely vulnerable to their sadistic desires. Any time spent in the dungeon was likely to end with her being carried out, but the men didn’t bring her down here every day.
It didn’t take Sean long to put two wicked clamps on her nipples, trapping the little buds in a crushing grip while Noelle moaned and whimpered. There was no chain hanging between them, which was some small relief. Watching from the side, Damian walked up to circle her once Sean had applied the clamps and moved away to pick his next instrument of torture. Reaching down between her legs, Damian chuckled when he found the abundance of slick arousal between her folds.
“Such a naughty pussy,” he commented. Noelle bit back a retort, then cried out when he gave her pussy a sharp slap, not nearly as hard as he spanked her ass, but on such a sensitive area, it hurt twice as much. She brought her legs together, but Damian shook his head and spanked her thighs. “Spread, slave. If I want to spank your pussy, you will keep your legs open for it.”
Shaking with trepidation, Noelle did as he said, hanging her head down and squeezing her eyes shut. It was less awful to open her pussy for punishment if she wasn’t actually looking at him or watching it happen. Cool air hit her exposed bits, then a burning, stinging pain flared through her swollen lips—Damian’s hand snapping against her flesh.
“Ow!” She went up on her toes but managed to keep her legs apart.
“Good girl.” As usual, the accolade sent a flush of pleasure through her, not at all thwarted by the second slap that landed between her thighs. That one landed right on her clit, making her cry out with the combined pain and pleasure.
Why did some of these things feel so good?
Why did her body ache for it?
She would ask Dr. Joyce, but she was almost afraid of the therapist’s answer or her reaction. How could someone who hadn’t been through this themselves truly understand what it meant to have given up all of their choices, their ability to say ‘no?’ Even if they had, Noelle wasn’t sure understanding would be possible. Dr. Joyce had reassured her it was normal to enjoy some of the things happening to her, but she hadn’t truly felt comfortable revealing to the doctor how much she craved some of the things she didn’t actually enjoy.
Giving her clit a pinch that left her bucking her hips forward, Damian moved behind her. She didn’t have any time to wonder where he had gone, though, because Sean had already moved back in front of her with a long whip in his hand.
“The single tail?” Damian asked from behind her. “Will it disrupt you if I fuck her ass while you use it?” The blunt words still had the power to bring a blush to her face as the men talked about her like she wasn’t even there, as if. Like she was an object to be used for their satisfaction.
“Go ahead.” Sean measured out the distance between her and him with his feet, settling into a position that made him happy. “Just keep your hands off her tits.”
Noelle whimpered again, her breasts tingling, nipples throbbing harder in the clamps in horrified anticipation. Now she understood why there was no chain—the whip might catch on it. Even that small respite had been turned against her.
Standing patiently in front of her, Sean waited as Damian pulled the plug from her ass. She was so used to it being there, it felt a little odd tonotbe filled. Despite that, the plug was not nearly as large as Damian’s cock, and the initial burn of his entry always made her cry out as her sphincter was forced open, her narrow channel burning from the invasion.
In this standing position, she was even tighter than normal. Noelle writhed as Damian impaled her on his cock, her muscles clenching and protesting the burning intrusion. Damian groaned with pleasure, his groin coming to rest against her buttocks, his cock throbbing inside her. Hands on her hips, he held her in place as he thrust with a slow, steady, relentless rhythm in and out of her tight ass. The almost indolent pace made her squirm even more than the usual roughness, forcing her to feel every bump and vein on his cock as it dragged out of her before slowly pushing back in.
She only had a few moments to focus on the uncomfortable invasion before Sean raised the whip. Her muscles tightened, increasing the burn as Damian forced his cock deeply into her.
Seeing the whip swinging down, she screamed before it even hit her, then screamed again when the fiery pain licked through her breast. A bright red welt stood out like a brand on the creamy skin of the top of one breast. The pain seared her, her delicate tissues pulsing in agony, but she had only a moment to take a breath before the whip came down on the top of her other breast. Noelle screamed again, struggling in her bonds, but there was no escape.
Damian’s cock was moving a little faster, a little harder with every shriek. Her breasts bounced in front of her, nipples throbbing in their clamps. Some twisted, masochistic part of her mind wondered what it would feel like if he whipped her across the tender buds right now. Her clit pulsed.
What is wrong with me?
The wail in her head was matched by that of her voice when the whip came up, lashing the underside of her breast. The fire licked her skin, and she writhed in pained distress. The callousness of both men as they bent her mercilessly to their sadistic perversions made her hotter, wetter, feeding some dark need inside of her that might have gone forever undiscovered if she hadn’t been sold to them.