The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(112)
“Does your hairdresser like anal hooks?” Kaden countered once Bain stopped laughing long enough to translate.
Nipple clamps be damned, Goldi craned her head until Bain took pity on her enough to step back and finally, she saw Kaden. He was standing near a three-tiered set of bare plank shelves at his Wall of Pain. On the lowest one within Kaden’s easy reach, was an open bottle and his fingers glistened wet, catching the light as he smeared clear gel all over the shiny J-shaped curve of metal in his hands… and the enormous ball that crowned the lower tip.
“Nope,” Goldi garbled. She forgot about her bonds, the chain around her neck and the alligator clips biting into her nipples. She tried to get up, flailing against the cuffs that bound her wrists to opposing wooden legs and the spreader bar that kept her ankles widely splayed behind her and the tips of her toes barely able to reach the cool stones of the cellar floor. She didn’t gain an inch of freedom. Her struggles succeeded only in making her heavy breasts bounce and the ache in her increasingly tender nipples harder to ignore. Worse though, was the thin line of drool that finally escaped the gaping hole in the gag that kept her jaws apart.
“Nope is not a safe word,” Bain all but sang as he finished braiding his length of rope in her hair and gave it an experimental tug.
Goldi winced, then squeaked as he drew her head back, stretching her nipples and forcing them to lift the full weight of breasts she now desperately wished were A-cups. Not relaxing his grip, Bain moved behind her.
“I think this will work.” His hips settled flush up against her ass. The roughness of his pants was coarse as sandpaper, scrubbing across her ladder of welts. It revived the discomfort, making the heat flare and throb, quicken in symphonic time with the ache in her nipples. The clamps bit harder, the points of each metal tooth sharpening every time she moved. She’d never realized how bouncy her breasts were, but she was aware of it now. When she moved, they bounced; when he touched her, they bounced; and when they bounced, the pinching bite of the clamps grew more and more impossible to ignore. She couldn’t bear it; she just couldn’t. And yet, her pussy still clenched, still wept, still spilled liquid arousal in drips and drops through the folds of her labia to gather on the floor directly beneath her in a puddle of pure wanting and humiliation.
“Yeah.” Bain pressed the bulge of his cock full up against her, rolling his hips in simulated fucking motions that were gentle at first, but quickly built in vigor. Twisting her ponytail around his hand, the leash by which he kept her body rocking back onto his thrusts, he dry fucked her—a hard and quick pounding that rocked her whole body and made her breasts positively scream.
Unable to close her mouth, her cries were everything but quiet. Her nipples… oh, her nipples…
“Yeah,” Bain repeated, slowing his thrusts back to little more than rocking undulations that pushed, rubbed and bumped directly against her heated core, all of which turned even the slightest touch into an electrified jolt that shot straight to her clit. “This is going to do just fine.”
Goldi dropped her head as soon as he relinquished his hold on her hair. Her nipples felt bruised, the very tips starting now to tingle, and yet apart from the bite of each toothy clip on the lust-swollen flesh of her areola, they were barely flushed and not discolored at all. And they should have been that at the very least, since the sensation screaming out of both was trying so very hard to convince her they were being cut clean off her body.
Bain slapped her ass, first one side and then the other, reigniting the hurt in all the aching welts he touched. He circled back to her front, completely blocking Kaden from her sight as he took hold of the base of her ponytail and forced her head up. She was now face to face with the incredible mound of flesh and fabric bulging out the front of his trousers. The shape of his cock was as unmistakable as it was incredible. And mouthwatering, or that might just have been all the drool she couldn’t swallow back.
Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her whole body both shuddered and thrilled when she felt the hugeness of Bain’s fingers smoothing back over her scalp before finding a comfortable grip in her hair. She thrilled again when Arsen’s fingertips played up her back, following the curve of her spine and caressing her shoulders and ribs before they were joined by the gentle caress of flogger falls, sweeping down the same path but in reverse. And Kaden—she shivered; her body rousing the hottest of all as the slick glide of his fingers moved down between her buttocks to find the puckered rim of the wrong entrance back there. Her pussy was so eager to be filled, it needed no extra lubrication, but that was not where he was inclined to smear the gel before settling the icy ball of that hook flush up against her anus.
“Well?” he inquired, the tip of one finger testing the determination she was already exerting to keep him out. He countered, applying degrees of gentle pressure until, with a flush of embarrassed vulnerability, Goldi felt her body yield. Her breath abandoned her in a huff that sounded almost like a moan as he buried his finger into her as deep as the knuckle. “Any last words?”
His finger was in her ass, Arsen’s flogger was caressing her back to either side of her limp braid, and Bain was unfastening his pants, releasing that darkly engorged monster just inches from her face.
Last words? She stared hungrily at the jutting tip, with its heart-shaped fold of flesh crowning the thick length of muscle, sinew and prominent twisting veins. A bead of salty moisture already welled from the end—his own eagerness to make her helplessly gaping mouth’s acquaintance. She was such a slut; yes, please was the first thought that came to mind. What she said, however, was completely different.