Nipples Jubilee (3 page)

"No, pet, there's more for you to do before I
let you enjoy yourself. Quite a bit more."

Several men in the audience chuckled at the
tolerant humor in his voice, but Zoey simply took the weight, one
of several he held, and started to thread it onto the skewer.

Her fingers had become so slippery from the
fluids that coated her nipples and dribbled down her breasts that,
for a split second, she lost her grip on the skewer. Her left
nipple nearly slipped free. Before she took any of the other
weights, she gingerly threaded it back up the skewer. Once she was
done, she quickly slipped two more weights into place.

She felt hazy, her system soaked with
endorphins. She thought she probably could have filled the entire
thing with weight, and she doubted it would have made much
difference. Regardless, after another few seconds of bliss thanks
to the man between her legs, Zoey started stretching her nipples
further, deliberately bouncing the weights, making her breasts
jiggle, timing each tug with the rhythm of the tongue tapping at
her clit.

Her second orgasm was so strong she almost
didn’t feel the combination of pains in her chest. It wasn’t until
she was almost through that she heard a click and forced her eyes
open to the quiet gas sound of a six-inch flame moving toward the
center of the skewer.

For the third time in the course of the
exercise, Zoey almost gave in to her fear. Before she could, the
mouth at her pussy became ravenous. Her orgasm plateaued, but never
really stopped. She instinctively arched her back, thrusting her
skewered breasts forward. She could hear, between her moans, the
flame searing the liquids coating the steel rod. The heat began to
warm her nipples from the inside. She concentrated on the intense
feeling in her loins before the real burning became
intolerable.

Just as she started to fear the sizzling
might become more than just cooking the liquids on the rod and the
pain began overpowering the pleasure, her Master moved the lighter.
He danced it across the exposed surfaces of her nipples and areola,
skillfully moving it around so it didn't quite draw a scream even
when the mixture of juices burst into flame until the brandy
quickly burned off.

Zoey was surprised that the fire hadn’t hurt
more. She was almost disappointed, in fact. She wanted so much for
her master to derive the ultimate pleasure from this that she stuck
her tits out as far as she could and deliberately thrust her nipple
into the flame. Before he could react, agony enveloped her breast,
and she felt herself start to swoon.

A sudden, almost painful contraction squeezed
her lower belly, catching her off guard. Her eyes flew wide as a
hard, burning tingle stronger than any orgasm she had before
consumed her pussy and boiled back through her.

A scream she barely recognized as her own
filled her ears. Her climax rolled with such force she screamed
again. By then, her master had yanked the flame back, but the
combination of fiery pain and tummy-wrenching pleasure was more
than she could take. Her ears started ringing and the world started
going white, and then both the pain and the pleasure faded as the
dark warmth of unconsciousness took her.

~~~

Zoey woke to find her Master standing over
her, his eyes filled with love and concern. The woman and man stood
behind him. Zoey’s first response was to give him a slight,
reassuring smile, letting him know she was ready for more, for
anything else he needed from her. It took a little bit before she
could gain the strength to stand, though it appeared her audience
couldn't have cared less. They watched her in awe, and their eyes
showed a renewed respect for her Master as he helped her up and led
her silently to their walnut play table.

With the slightest touch on her arm, he
guided her to the single chair and pressed her down into it. She
leaned over so the undersides of her breasts rested on the smooth,
cool table top. She held still while he fastened her wrists into
one of several pairs of manacles bolted into the outside edges of
the table. She couldn’t possibly pull her breasts back, not that
she wanted to. She was quite familiar with this chair, and this
position, as he had used both often, generally when his intent was
to nail her nipples though the piercing holes and/or whip the tops
of her breasts.

Given the fact her nipples were already far
more pierced and a steady throbbing and burning already swathed her
breasts, that hardly seemed to be the punishment that would come
next. Even as he attached a chain to either side of the skewer and
stretched her nipples and breasts further across the table, she
couldn't figure out what he had in mind—though his tortures always
became rougher until he finally took her at the peak of her
tolerance.

It wasn't until he took the hunting knife
from a sheath at his ankle that the reality of what he was doing
dawned on her. And, though that reality filled her with a mixture
of fear and dread that topped all of the concerns she'd felt in the
minutes past, there was a part of her—a large part of her— that
welcomed the fact that her Master might finally take what he'd
always wanted.

The fact that he was going to use his knife,
however, disappointed her. He'd always seemed to so enjoy biting
her, and she’d often fantasized about what it would be like for him
to use his teeth to do what he always seemed so eager to do.

Regardless, once he’d stretched her breasts
into cones and her aching nipples hovered over the hard wooden
cutting surface, he pressed the sharpened blade down onto the pain
swollen and puffy areola above her tight nipple. His voice was
soft, though easily loud enough for his captivated audience to
hear.

"Now, my pet, do you want your Master to have
the dessert you know he's always wanted?"

She didn't hesitate as she risked looking
into his eyes. "Yes, sir. Oh, yes!"

The knife blade slipped lower, catching
against the base of her nipple and pressing it down toward the
table. As pain-wracked as the stretched nub already was, she hardly
felt the razor thin edge bite.

"Can you swear to me, in front of all these
people, that it is your only desire for me to have you as I
want?"

Again, she replied without hesitation despite
the fear that was coursing through her. "Yes, Master. I want
nothing more than for you to have the dessert you've always wanted.
My body is yours, Sir."

The blade pressed harder, pinning the burning
nub against the wood. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to slow
her breathing, praying she wouldn't embarrass him during his moment
of glory. She waited for the slash to happen, for the final cut.
But, as with the flame minutes earlier, the pressure of the blade
went away instead.

She opened her eyes and looked up into her
owner’s as he smiled down at her.

"You’ve done well, my pet." He turned back to
the crowd. "And, as such, I see no reason to use this..." He lifted
the knife dramatically and turned it for all to see. "...impersonal
tool to make you prove your loyalty."

The beer-bellied man frowned and stepped up
to her Master. She heard his words, even if the crowd didn’t.
“You’re going off script.”

Her Master raised a brow and glanced past the
man to the woman. She was gazing at Zoey’s breasts. The tip of her
tongue caressed her lips and she put a hand on her partner’s
shoulder. “It’s alright, I’ve approved this. I don’t think you’ll
be disappointed.”

Obviously on cue, two men stepped forward,
one to each of Zoey's sides. After unhooking the manacles and
chains, they laid her backward and lifted her bodily into the air.
They carried her up and over the table then laid her gently across
it. Once she was face up, they pulled her arms up over her head and
manacled her wrists one end of the table. Then they shackled her
ankles so her legs parted wide.

Her Master took off his hood. His smile was
broad as he slowly unbuckled his belt. "It's been much too long
since I planned this day."

His cargo pants dropped to his feet and he
stepped out of them. His cock was rock hard, bouncing with each
heartbeat, larger than she'd ever imagined it could get. He had a
look of expectation on his face unlike any she had seen before. She
followed his gaze from the moist cleft between her legs to her
breasts, their nipples rock hard with whites covered in purple and
red, some of it new and slowly dripping down the curves.

His eyes locked on her left nipple, the one
he generally gave the most attention to when he finally gave her
the honor of behind had by him. Several times in the past, he had
bitten her so hard the bruises and purple teeth marks lasted weeks,
but he'd never gone further, even though she knew she could take
more, and even though she knew he longed to do so. It was the only
time she knew he held back.

"You've done very well, my dear.”

His proud smile was radiant as he lifted a
large, sauce-filled measuring bowl by the handle and tilted it over
her left breast. She watched the thick sauce pour from the spout.
Then she gasped, surprised, as it spread over her nipple and flowed
across the tip of her breast. It was cold, painfully so, far colder
than the ice or snow he’d used on her in the past.

As he slowly covered her swollen breasts with
the purple sauce, her nipples puckered painfully, looking more like
ripe raspberries than ever and blending with the fruit. Her areola
drew into tight labyrinths of thick meat. The skin on her breasts
felt as if it had become frozen football leather. She bit back a
moan as a dull, burning pain began to work its way deep. When the
brandy and mint started to sear the raw lash marks and cuts, she
closed her eyes and began reciting her mantra in her head.

A little bit after Master was through
pouring, she opened her eyes again, having brought the pain under
control. The woman stood beside the table watching sauce slide down
the curves nearest her. She was nude save for her spiked heels and
a very expensive diamond necklace with matching earrings. Even with
her laugh lines, the slight sag in her otherwise beautiful,
hard-tipped breasts, and the slight trace of a belly that suggested
a child or two, she was lovely.

For a moment, Zoey wondered why the woman’s
partner just stood off to one side, taking in the entire scene.

Her Master’s voice interrupted. “This is our
benefactor, the person paying for all this. I thought it would be a
nice idea if we share dessert with her.” He looked at Zoey’s
sauce-covered breasts and smiled. “So…what do you think I should
call the wonderful treat, my darling?"

Zoey hesitated, wondering if he truly meant
to have her breasts as everything suggested. The look of desire and
raw sexual hunger on his face all but answered the question for
her. Though she couldn’t quite still the fear or the hammering of
her heart, just the thought of what they were about to do made her
pussy buzz and her pain-filled nipples tighten even more.

She glanced at the fireplace lighter that lay
on the table to the right of her head, thinking about the
flickering blue flame that danced over her nipples a few minutes
earlier. Now that she had a moment to breathe, she remembered what
it had reminded her of—the flaming desserts he used to buy her
after steak and lobster, before his money had dried up.

Her voice was quiet and raspy from the heavy
breathing, but it didn't lack for the enthusiasm she always tried
to show. She smiled timidly. "Nipples Jubilee, Sir?"

His smile broadened into a grin when he saw
the direction of her gaze. Instead of taking the lighter, though,
he clamped his fingers below her left nipple, squeezing her breast
to hold it steady just before he yanked the skewer hard to the
left. Zoey groaned as the rod pulled hard on her nipples, barely
slipping the three inches necessary to pop the left one free. As
the freed breast jiggled back into place and a new stream of red
started running down its side, he grabbed the other and pulled
again on the metal skewer, canting it upward so her nipple
stretched and the rod slipped slowly from the hole.

By the time that nipple slipped free, Zoey
was ready to beg him to start fucking her. She was just as ready
for them to do absolutely anything else they wanted. She all but
floated outside of her body, her blood and body overflowing with
endorphins. She knew that, no matter how extreme, anything they did
to her from that point forward would send her into orgasmic delight
that might well cause her to pass out again.

When he finally started to bring the lighter
toward her left nipple, Zoey tried her best to keep her eyes open.
Just before she heard the tell-tale click of the lighter igniting,
his cock head split her labia. He moved the flame toward her right
nipple as if it were the wick of some breast-shaped candle. She
drew in a long, deep breath just as the flame leapt forward and he
thrust his cock into her, grinding hard, his balls slapping her
ass.

She watched, transfixed, as the blue fire
bathed her nipple then leapt outward, swallowing her breast. In
half a second, it spread across her cleavage to engulf the other.
At first, it just felt warm, the brandy fueling the fire rather
than her flesh. Then the heat seemed to register all at once.
Though it still wasn’t as hot as she expected, it was getting there
quickly, a race between how long the fuel would last before more
than just the sauce began to burn.

A haze of swirling white wrapped her mind,
and her Master's voice barely made it through the white noise
ringing in her ears. "Yes, pet, ‘Nipples Jubilee’ is perfect, just
perfect."

His hand closed again, crushing the mass of
her left breast, bulging the flaming nipple up. His breath
extinguished the last of the flickering fire and his teeth brushed
against the stinging nub.