Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... contraction.

Claire didn't know if she could stand it. Her clit was so sensitive that the release was becoming its own form of torture. Her stomach muscles were cramping from so much effort and still her cunt signaled for more release. She could barely move an inch and surely not anywhere near enough to escape the woman's maddeningly insistent licking. After ten minutes of constant orgasm, she now hung flaccid from the ropes, orgasmic signals flooding her mind to which her body was becoming unable to respond.

CHAPTER 19: MORE LOSERS COLLECT

Claire takes more abuse from the contest.

In the miasma of this stimulatory torture, her breast was lifted gently. Two fingers pinched lightly just behind the base of her nipple, rolling the rough little bud, hardening it. The licking continued but the new sensation was able to distract her; let her set the tonguing aside so she could enjoy the gentle stimulation of her breast. It felt good to have it handled so gently. Whoever held her had warm hands, which felt soothing on the tender abused flesh. She felt the hardness of her nipple start to thaw a little, even as it began tingling erotically.

Oh god no! Not that! Claire screamed silently to herself as the needle stabbed into the surprisingly tough nugget of flesh.Aaagghhh! With a silent "pop" the slim little lance pierced the outer skin and sank steadily deeper into the core of the brown nub, bit by bit, tunneling through the bundles of clustered nerves cells. For ...

... every shriek of pain being caused by the sharp steel working its way through her nipple, a sensual signal was also twinned. It hurt/it cloyed, it shocked/it soothed as the slim steel probe sliced its way through the acme of her mammary flesh.

Claire panted through her nose in rapid shallow snorts as the needle pushed deeper. She could vaguely hear her audience, some gasping, others encouraging her tormenter, urging them to "give it to the little slut." She could feel the sharp spike making its way to the opposite side; visualized the gleaming tip slipping through the raw flesh, until it came once more to the tough outer layer. Stymied, the pain reached a new crescendo as the needle met the resistance, pushed and pushed, distended the nipple seeking egress, pressure mounting. Whoever was tormenting her clearly intended to draw out this last tiny increment of travel to maximize her suffering. Then finally, the barest tip finally emerged gleaming and the distended nipple slid back in a flash along the length of extruding steel. Unseen by her, but a thing of fevered appreciation to her tormentor, a very small droplet of blood formed at the exit wound, glistening with potent ruby brilliance. Claire sighed, her body relaxing as tension from the needle's passage drained from her.

Except of course the process was repeated on the other side. In fact, over the next half hour, needle after needle was stabbed through first one nipple, then the other until she hosted a compass rose of ...