‘First, I’ll get Marcus to torture you. I do so enjoy a slut in pain. Crying because her breasts are too full and are hurting her.’ The woman flicked the backs of her fingers across my cheek, one of her fingers still wet with the milk that was still dripping from my breasts. ‘I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg. And later,’ she said, a delighted smile on her face, ‘later, I’ll make you scream.’
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Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 18
[Female submission erotica with rough bareback sex with strangers, public exposure, enslavement, dubious consent, lactation play]
‘I’ll get Marcus to torture you. I do so enjoy a slut in pain. Crying because her breasts are too full and are hurting her.’
The woman in front of me was evil, I had decided, and the only reason I wasn’t walking away from her was that I wasn’t sure that I could walk yet. She met my eyes delightedly.
‘You are perfect in every way,’ she said. ‘I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg.’
I tried to explain that I didn’t want to beg, that I didn’t know what she had done to my breasts, but my voice failed me after only half a sentence. Marcus, the other man, the one who wasn’t holding me from behind, the man who hadn’t just fucked me twice in a public lounge, stepped up in front of me and took my breasts in his large hands.
Like his wife, he squeezed hard across my breasts, sniggering to himself at the flush of white milk that ran too eagerly out of each breast. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time.
‘Do you like pain?’ he asked me, his dark eyes on mine.
I flushed miserably at the situation I was in — almost naked and in the hands of strangers.
‘N-no,’ I said unevenly, still feeling trembly in my high heels.
‘That’s good,’ he said. ‘Valerie enjoys it more when her victims enjoy it less. Put your hands up on your head.’
With that cryptic statement, he bent down and reached into a bag at his feet
Apparently not trusting me to put my own hands above my head, Jesse pulled my hands high, almost holding me up by them above my head. Marcus stood back up, holding a length of dark rope in his hands.
I thought he must be going to tie my hands, but instead he started to run it around my torso, pulling it tight against the skin, abrading me. He formed a harness around my breasts and I didn’t understand why it might hurt until he started to pull it tighter. The rope formed a lasso around the base of each globe, distorting each breast into a spherical shape away from my body.
I hissed in pain, hating how the pain sent a flush of additional need into my desperate cunt. The tighter that Marcus pulled the rope constricting each breast, the greater the pressure grew in each breast, until I felt like my boobs were going to explode. The nipples were each a burning flush of warmth, as an embarrassingly strong flow of milk ran from each, running down my body.
‘Oh, you’re adorable,’ said Valerie.
I hissed in shock as she leaned in, her soft, wet tongue landing on my stomach and running up my body, lapping up the milk. I had a brief glimpse of her peering up at me over the swell of my breasts, her mouth wet with my milk, her eyes sparkling with joy. Her tongue flickered across each nipple and I wanted to scream because it felt so good, and then she licked her lips at me while I watched.
‘Bind her up,’ Valerie, said holding my eyes with her own green ones. ‘I want her full and suffering.’
Marcus grinned, pulling the ropes vindictively one notch tighter while I hissed in sudden pain. My breasts felt like hot, heavy globes on the front of my body.
Worse was to come, however. Marcus pulled a pair of heavy duty stainless steel nipple clamps out of his back pocket. I felt trepidation slide across my skin at the sight of the thick, straight rods of metal, connected with thick, strong-looking screws.
Marcus grabbed my right nipple tightly and pulled it unceremoniously through the clamp, then held my eyes with his, smiling while his fingers capably tightened the clamp across the base of my nipple. He kept tightening the screw for a long time after I felt the rods of metal crushing the soft flesh, his eyes holding mine with an amused smile in them.
He smirked at my gasp of pain and my wide-eyed look as the pain bit into me.
‘As I said,’ he said, ‘we enjoy hurting our sluts.’
Finished with the first nipple, he moved onto my second nipple, repeating the process until the base of each nipple was a hard belt of pain. Marcus looked down at me, still looking amused.
‘You know the creature will do far worse to you,’ he said.
He rubbed casual fingers back and forth across the exposed tips of the abused nipples. I gasped at how sensitive they had immediately become from the bondage and the clamps.
‘Perfect,’ said Valerie from her perch on the back of a nearby lounge. ‘Let’s get her upstairs so I can get out of these blasted shoes. My feet hurt. Make her look vaguely respectable, would you? Just enough to get her past reception.’
Jesse kept holding my arms while Marcus rearranged my clothing. Smiling sadistically into my eyes, he pulled my bra roughly back up over my boobs. I yelped in sudden pain as the rope and clamp bondage bit into me even more. My dress followed, Marcus fitting each strap back up onto my shoulders, before flicking a sadistic finger across each now fully clothed nipple.
I whimpered in pain. I was coming to realise what Valerie had meant by ‘full and suffering’ and I didn’t like it. The clamps on my nipples prevented the ever-ready milk flooding each breast from escaping. Now each of my boobs felt like they were going to explode on the front of my body, full with trapped milk.
I would say that I hated it, that I wanted it to stop, except that I knew I was so much more aroused because of it. I wanted to fuck and be fucked, and I knew that if only one of the men would once again push me forward and start fucking himself into me, I would immediately forget the pain in my breasts.
Marcus pulled my miniskirt back down around my hips, running an errant finger between my legs as he did so. I flinched at the casual intimate touch, then blushed in hot embarrassment as he stood up again, grinning and showing me how his finger was smeared with the slippery white of Jesse’s cum.
‘Good girl,’ Marcus murmured. ‘You’ll take more of that later. But maybe we’ll make you keep your hips high so that it stays inside you. Where it belongs.’ He reached out and I whimpered as he smeared the white cum across my lips, in a way that I knew would be clearly visible.
‘That stays there until we tell you to remove it,’ Marcus said meanly.
Serafina’s Gift is an erotic novel with 38 chapters of steamy sex and submission❤️
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