Page 29 of Serving Her Sentence

“Hold very still, pretty girl,” Sir murmured.

After everything they had done to her over the past year, all the torments she’d endured, Noelle didn’t know what to expect. Would it be the worst pain she’d ever felt? Or would it blend in with everything else?

It turned out to be both. The level of pain was actually less than she’d anticipated, though the burning sting of being pierced made her entire breast feel hot, but it was such adifferentkind of pain. Piercing and throbbing, sharp and all-encompassing. She could actually feel the needle moving through her flesh.

More than anything they’d done the entire year, this made her feel claimed. Marked.Branded. Even though she knew she could eventually take the piercings out if she chose to, at the moment, it felt so very permanent. Her arousal shot higher as the second piercing slid into her other nipple, leaving them both throbbing and aching dully.

As usual, her body interpreted the pain as pleasure soon to come and reacted accordingly. Her pussy and ass clenched, spasming in hopes they would soon be filled, her orgasm creeping closer while she breathed through the pain, taking it deep inside and turning it into her secret pleasure.

“Perfect.” Sir’s gloved finger circled her new piercing, not touching it, but close enough, her nipple ruched, and a new wave of pain tingled through her. Looking down at her peaked buds, she admired the golden rings hanging from them, so shiny and pretty.

“Let’s get her on the chains.” Master began unbuckling the straps holding her down, which had barely been necessary. Noelle was a good girl and hadn’t fought her bonds at all, which meant she now anticipated a treat. She knew the treat might hurt, but that was part of what would make it feel amazing in the end. Noelle already anticipated what was coming—the chains were her favorite because it almost always meant they were going to take her together, one in her pussy and one in her ass—and fuck her into oblivion.

Exactly what she hoped for tonight, this last night with them.

Hanging by her wrists, she could feel the cool air on her nipples, which felt so much more sensitive than normal. The slight bounce as she lifted her arms above her head made her whimper. The throbbing intensified when Sir cupped the undersides of her breasts and squeezed, sending blood pulsing through her tormented nipples.

Neither man gave her any time to prepare—they knew she didn’t need it. She was wet and needy, and her ass was already lubed enough from the plug nestled inside. Master slid the plug out while Sir lifted her legs, plunging into her pussy with one rough thrust.

Crying out as she was impaled, Noelle tightened down around him, her breasts bouncing and nipples pulsing from the movement. The rings tugged on her nipples, weighing them down the same way clamps did but without the pinch. A moment later, Sir’s thrusts slowed, and Master stepped behind her, lining his cock up with her ass and shoving in.

She was so desperately, wonderfully full of them. The rest of the world faded away—all her concerns about the future, all her hidden sorrow at the end of serving her sentence—and she became a creature of sensation.

Agony.

Ecstasy.

They danced around each other and overwhelmed, two sides of the same coin spinning round and round her body as her orgasm crescendoed. The men grunted and thrust hard, filling her with their cum while she screamed out her pleasure. Their cocks pulsed inside of her, and her muscles convulsed, sucking at the hard rods, trying to milk them dry.

Panting, she hung in her bonds, a thin sheen of sweat already over her body. As the endorphins slowed, her arousal satisfied, her breasts hurt more than before.

“What do you think?” Master asked, his hand wandering up to curve around her throat, fingers pressing in lightly. Noelle’s breath hitched, and she felt his half-hard cock twitch inside her ass. “The cane or the whip?”

“Why not both?” Sir responded, stepping away and leaving her pussy empty and dripping with his cum. Noelle whimpered.

“Let’s start with the whip,” Master replied. His cock twitched again, but he pulled away as well, leaving her hole gaping and dripping.

Closing her eyes, Noelle shuddered at the arousal already circling back around inside her. Her ass and pussy tingled. It was going to be a rough night, and her body already craved it.

They took turns working her over, Sir using the whip on her ass, leaving diagonal welts that Master then crossed with the cane while Sir fucked her again. Noelle screamed in agony as the cane landed blistering lines across the already raised stripes of red skin, her pussy clenching and pulsing around Sir’s cock. She couldn’t tell if she was cumming or writhing in pain, the sensations so mixed together.

By the end of the night, her upper back, ass, and her thighs were covered with welts and wheals, wet cum dripped down the insides of her legs to her ankles, and she was bent over the spanking bench, crying and cumming almost nonstop as the men took turns fucking her ass. They had strapped her down, put a vibrator on her clit, then Sir had fucked her ass for the first time. As soon as he was done, Master stepped up to sink into her sore hole.

The discomfort could not compare to her hot arousal at the degradation or the strong vibrations of the toy pressed against her clit. Noelle spasmed from the repeated climaxes until, with her Master’s cock deeply embedded in her ass, she finally passed out.

* * *

“This is your transition apartment.You will be staying here until you find a place of your own.” Dr. Joyce watched Noelle carefully as she explored her new, temporary home. Trying to move as normally as possible, her muscles sorer than she could have ever thought they would be, Noelle looked out the window at the view. The movement shifted her clothing across the welts on her back.

She’d awoken late this morning, alone, her body aching all over. Neither Master nor Sir had been there. Instead, one of the maids had helped her dress, then brought her to a waiting car. There had been nothing for her to pack and no tearful goodbye. It had been surreal.

When she’d been checked over by the doctor this morning, he had offered numbing cream, but Noelle had refused it. That was when Dr. Joyce had shown up. She seemed very concerned about Noelle. Noelle wanted to reassure the nice doctor she was just fine, but… was she, really? She didn’t know. She felt odd, as if she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Deep inside, there was a yearning to be back at Master’s or Sir’s feet…

But her sentence was over. That wasn’t her life anymore. She didn’t have to be their slave, their slut, anymore… and she shouldn’t want to, right?

“It’s nice,” she finally said since Dr. Joyce seemed to want her to say something. Noelle felt like she was going through the motions, but she couldn’t seem to summon up any real emotional energy.

“You can afford nicer now. Are you going to stay in the area?”