The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(106)
There was a moment of perfect silence, one that was broken by Arsen’s chuckle of amazed disbelief. “Bain,” he said.
Grim yet smiling, Bain caught the arms of her shirt, giving each a slit with his knife before he ripped it off her. Her chains clinked. Her body jerked and her nipples thrilled at the force with which he tugged her rag of a shirt completely off her. The back half caught where it remained tucked in the waist of her pants and Bain moved around behind her, giving Kaden full access to her front while he jerked it from her waistband. The larger male released her chin, shifting his grip on her now to the thin strip of fabric that bound the two cups of her bra together.
“There’s a clasp there—” she helpfully tried to say, but three quick snicks of Bain’s knife—once at her back and then at each shoulder strap—made the clasp as instantly irrelevant as her bra was now useless.
The lift… the separation… the straps that stayed where they were supposed to and never slid off at the most inopportune times.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a good bra?” she snapped, genuinely upset.
Or one that made her tits look that great?
“I’m sending you a bill in the mail, I swear to—Gah!” Goldi’s protests died in a sharp intake of breath when Arsen caught the back of her pants and yanked her right up onto her toes. Or at least, as far onto her toes as the spreader bar (still firmly latched to the eyebolt in the floor stones) would allow. The bonds caught her ankles, her hips felt the strain, but of the three—the chains, her body, and the cloth of her pants—only one had any yield when he pulled.
“Oh! My god!” Goldi squeaked as Arsen pulled up with all his significant might and her pants took the path of least resistance. “Camel toe! Ow Ow Ow!”
“Bain,” Arsen said mildly.
“My pleasure.” Taking his time, Bain slit her pants up the backs of her legs first, saving those last freeing snips from her bottom to the waistband for the very last. Her clit throbbed, white hot bursts of near agony as Arsen snaked the cut fabric through her legs and the slit of her aching sex.
Once the worst of the ache had subsided, Goldi glared at him over her shoulder. “You did that on—Ah!”
Her breath caught all over again, her inhaling squeak becoming a shout as Kaden slapped her right nipple. She jerked back, but her bonds only allowed so much retreat and Bain’s fist grabbing the back of her ponytail allowed even less. Hard and fast, one shot to the right nipple, three in rapid succession to the left, Kaden slapped each cringing globe from the underside up and never once missed the budding tips that were his target. The crispness of his discipline and her resulting shouts filled the cellar, which only amplified the shrillness of her gasps and whimpers once it stopped.
Blue eyes huge, she stared at him.
Kaden smiled almost gently. He took hold of her stinging right nipple, the budding tip of which thrilled at the pinch of his fingertips right before he twisted, bringing her squealing back onto her widely-splayed and scrambling tiptoes.
“Do we have your attention?” He rolled her nipple between cruel fingers until her back arched and her arms strained, pulling her up as far as the bolt in the floor would allow. Her toes scraped the stones. Her pussy pulsed and wept, a secret shame revealed in an instant when large masculine fingers slipped into her from behind, parting her woman’s furrow and freeing the muskiness of her scent to fill the air every bit as heavily as her cries had just a moment before. She breathed in the smell of her own arousal. So did Kaden, whose broad chest billowed as he inhaled the scent through his nose and whose dark eyes glittered and heated. Other than that, his expression did not change.
“Why, Goldi,” Bain mocked just behind her ear. “Feel how wet you are. Are you aroused by our treatment?”
A second set of fingers reached around her, gliding soft as an angel’s kiss across her hip and over her thigh. That whispered caress tickled her mons before dipping into her fleshy folds. She danced on scrambling toes, but he found her pulsing clit and she could no more escape that pinching capture than she could Kaden’s twist on her nipple.
“What is this?” Arsen purred. “I don’t think she’s taking us seriously.”
Goldi shivered as Bain’s fingers found their way into her. She could feel her own wetness, the slippery drips that he spread from her core onto her thighs with each teasing stroke before he shifted his grip and invaded. One finger sank into her, but unsatisfactorily so. He invaded only as deep as one knuckle. “Perhaps we should do something about that.”
“Perhaps we should,” Kaden agreed. The shock of pain that accompanied his sudden release of her nipples was enough to make her gasp all over again. That the sensation didn’t immediately become easier to bear was a horrible trick of her traitorous body. It reveled in the pressured pulse, the hurt drumming steady as a heartbeat in both swollen tips, but eventually that hurt did dull. What little relief she gained in those few seconds as he walked away from her did not last longer than the time it took him to select a leather-tipped crop from among the other implements displayed upon the wall.
“Oh, she likes that,” Bain said. One finger became two, both of which invaded much deeper than his knuckle. “Her greedy little pussy is shaking and twitching.”
“It’s called shuddering,” Goldi lied. “It’s a sign of revulsion.”