Chapter 13 #2
I’m so relieved when my pain slut instincts begin to truly take over, and the endorphins start to flow.
By the time my master has pierced far enough down to reach my hip bone, I’m ready for every evil little spear.
I murmur, but don’t cry out as he starts up on the other side of my ribcage.
He creates another ladder of silver thorns from the underside of my heaving bound tit, all the way down, in parallel. Two columns of glinting sin.
I must be bleeding. Trickling blood from tiny wounds.
There are shuffles and groans around me once my master is done with the second round. I feel eyes on the work in progress, and arch my back to stretch for them, even though it makes the tiny spears sting even worse.
“How does it feel?” my master asks me, and I smile a hedonistic grin under my hood as he runs his finger down one of the ladders.
“It hurts, Master. But it feels amazing.”
“Good.” He runs a finger down the other ladder. “Because it’s going to get a lot worse, do you understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Master.”
He drags the point of a needle across one of my swollen tits, then pricks one of my nipples with just the tip and I yelp like a bitch. My God, he’s going to fuck me up so bad.
“Stunning,” he says, and then his mouth lands, sucking on one of my tits.
Jesus Christ, how I wish I could hold his head to me, because it feels so good.
My feet dangle as I squirm, because my clit is begging for touch, pulsing with need.
I’m whimpering, practically delirious with pain slut pleasure when he moves across to my other tit, because I could come from this.
Even with two fucking columns of vicious piercings and my tits trussed up in twine, I could come like this. My clit is screaming.
He pulls away with a smack of his lips.
“Get her ready, everyone.”
Two hot mouths latch onto my straining nipples in sync, and they suck.
They suck long and hard and I’ve never experienced anything like it, as pulses of heightened pleasure seem to get drawn through my tits all the way down to my desperate clit.
I moan and push at their mouths for more, knowing that I’ll come if they keep this up.
These two really know what they’re doing now, both of them biting down and stretching my nipples in their teeth. Fuck, this is so damn good.
“Change it up,” my master says and I could cry when the two hot mouths leave me aching for more.
Different mouths gorge on me, sucking and biting, and hands slap my throbbing tits between rounds. Fingers pinch and flick at my nipples, and tongues tease me, and all I can do is beg.
My pussy! Please, please, touch my pussy!
I’m so wet, I can feel it trickling down my thighs.
I’m a fish on a line, offering up my pussy as a bustle of strangers punish my bursting tits, and this is where I belong.
Someone’s nails scratch their way down one of the pierced columns on my ribs and pain spikes white through my head, but I don’t care, all it does is makes me smile a crazy smile.
“Stop,” my master says when the slaps have built me to a frenzy, and I groan in protest, my clit on the very tip of coming from nipple play. One touch, and I would be done for.
So fucking unfair.
“Your tits are ready now,” my master says. “Absolutely beautiful. It’s a shame we have to hood you. If only you could see the state of yourself.”
When he pinches the swollen, bruised flesh at the side of a nipple I cry out. The needle burns like a demon when he slides it through.
He works in a circle this time. A lattice of needlework surrounding the swollen bullet at the centre, and fuck how it makes my head spin.
I lose track of numbers, just murmur and curse and take a hitched breath with each pinch and spear. The prickles are on a different level here, but so are my endorphins. When he starts work on my other tit, I’m flying high.
“You’ve earnt a little relief,” my master says when he’s done. “You’ve been such a good slut for me.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“One of you in her pussy, either side,” he directs people. “Three fingers each. Stretch her open.”
People raise my legs to get to me. They support me, frog legged in my shackles as a hand reaches in from either side.
My master’s instruction comes to life. Two sets of three fingers push their way into my sopping pussy.
Six thick fingers at once, from two different angles.
It aches as they plunge inside, but damn, I’m ready for it.
The fingers in my pussy distract me as my master takes hold of one of my swollen bullet nipples. It’s a shock of epic proportions when he stabs one of his vicious little needles all the way through.
This one makes me cry after I yell, despite the fact I’m still rocking like a whore against the six fingers in my cunt, wanting more. My master hears me choke with tears under my hood when he takes the other nipple and pinches me.
“Want to use your safe word, Holly?” he asks, but no. I don’t.
I’m far from my safe word.
“Never,” I say, and let out a long, feral groan as he pushes the next needle through slowly. Savagely. Piercing my second nipple with a cold little spear.
My tits must be a fucking state. Bruised, battered, swollen and speared. My nipples throb to a whole new insane tune.
“Enjoying having your pussy used?” my master asks, and I nod for him.
“Yes. Please, don’t make it stop. Please.”
“Anything but,” he replies, and clears his throat. “Position her ankles,” he says. “Legs up, in the swing position. Let’s have that pretty little cunt spread.”
I moan in protest as the fingers leave my pussy. I need the sensation. I need to be filled.
Strong hands raise me higher, chains jangling as they’re unclipped from my ankle cuffs. Fresh jangles sound from overhead, and my legs are spread wide, chains jangling afresh as each ankle is hung high, positioning me in a spread swing of chains, with my pussy exposed wide.
Yes. This is perfect. I want to be fucked. Stretched. Ploughed. I’m ready for it. I’ll take every dick they can give me.
Oh, how I curse in protest as my master pinches the very top of my left inner thigh, my head lolling back as he pierces more unsuspecting flesh.
Holy shit. He’s on sensitive terrain here, laddering my sensitive skin with more needles.
Two more lines of metal thorns, one on each thigh, and my tears run freely down my cheeks under my thick fabric hood.
I must look like a butchered pincushion, trembling but willing as I accept my fate. Tensing my muscles only makes it hurt more, so I let myself hang limp in my bonds, accepting every sliver of pain.
This is what being a true hardcorer is.
This is what being a true pain slut is.
This is me.
Every single needle is stinging, a choir of evil thorns when Master is done with my thighs. My tits are such a mess of sensations, I don’t even know what’s what anymore. All I know is they hurt. They really fucking hurt.
But it’s so fucking good, it’s insane.
I’m grinning like mad under my hood, tears still rolling.
“Time to give you a reward,” Master says, and I feel the head of a cock against my sopping slit. The head is nice and thick. Meaty.
That’s what I need.
Meat.
It is one hell of a reward when he slams his big, thick cock right the way inside me. The way I’m hung makes the bounce against his dick fierce and the needles in my thighs feel like they’re on fire. I cry out again as he keeps on fucking me, plunging hard.
Other people’s fingers trail up and down my wounds as he fucks me. Hands test my tits, squeezing until I curse and squeal.
“Take it, slut!” Master barks, and I feel him tense up as he unloads, smacking into me, grunting with every thrust.
I’m grinning in delirium under my hood as my pussy drips with Master’s cum. So proud.
And that’s just the beginning.
The founders take it in turns. A whole host of cocks plunging in my used cunt, one after the other. Hands grip and twist and flick and play with my pin-cushioned body, and I beg for more.
I want more.
The high before the fall is always intoxicating.
My adrenaline is crazily fired up, sending me off the charts of insanity. I’m trembling like a mad thing, but my pussy embraces everything. Every slam and plunge. Every thick round of cum left inside me until I’m nothing but a squelching mess.
I beg and whine for them to let me come myself, my clit still on hyper alert, but they don’t give me that. They only pleasure themselves.
“You’ve done so well,” Master tells me, stepping up between my spread legs after another full load.
“You’re so full, you filthy little slut.
” I groan at the teasing trail of another pointed needle.
“Now, let’s make a true piece of art and seal it in.
Do you hear that, Holly? I’m going to seal that cum deep inside you. ”
My ears ring as I try to digest his words, but cognition has no place here. Only feeling.
I cry fresh tears as he pinches one of my pussy lips in his fingers. I can’t help but tense up, quaking as he stabs the needle through. But it’s only one of many…
My fucking God, it hurts like fucking hell. It feels like my skull is cracking open and my soul is floating free.
“Six in each side,” he says as he works.
He spears me six times through each pussy lip, and I’m on the ridge of pure terror when he rubs his thumb against my throbbing clit.
“And one for good luck. Are you ready for it?”
My breaths are frenzied.
Can I do this?
I can barely breathe, never mind answer him.
“Relax,” he says, and I hear so many breaths around me. So many spectators watching my master as he works so gently, raising my pleasure through the pain. “Relax and breathe, Holly. Just breathe now.”
I do as I’m told. My cries soften and my body loosens in the shackles as I give myself over.
I focus on the bliss of my needy clit being worked by a master, slippery from all the cum I’ve taken. His thumb is so skilled. Slow but forceful.