Part Three
The oh, so familiar contentment as he takes the time to study his latest source of amusement. His years of dominance, of total control in virtually every single one of his relationships and still he finds the young, attractive girls so very much like her seem to be replenished every year or so to fit his needs. Stepping around the modified chair, her naked body bound like so many of the others, practically to the brink of but not quite to dislocations, his expertise in female bondage speaks for itself.
Having watched her quivering to his touch, her glistening, taut flesh so near perfection, breasts arguably bordering on too large, too symmetrical not to be augmented; she’s certainly on the list as one of his favorites already, at least her body is. Hearing her whimpering acknowledgement of accepting his offer, especially under such extreme duress, he senses that rush, that feeling of power that he strives for.
Wiping his hands back and forth with the already damp towel, the moisture hers, he drops the white terrycloth she’d wrapped herself with to the side of the chair as he reaches for one of those breasts jaunting upward, being offered to him. Firm, globular, the highly centered areola with the perfect nub shimmering with the faintest discolored remnant of a single well placed flailing of the lash, his fingers circle, massages the youthful flesh still saturated with the melted gel still dripping off the tip of the jiggling nipple. Her eyes still masked by the black leather, the glistening bright red ‘O’ ring forming her yawning lips into such and inviting orifice spewing a random stream of saliva, he watches for what extorted expression she’s still capable of as he grips and tweaks the bruised nub.
‘I asked about your willingness for submissiveness, I’m not sure if you’re so sure of yourself with such a half hearted response.’ His voice firm, even keeled as his fingers twist back and forth, the undertone he’s so proud of during these type sessions, he knows she’s already answered his question the best she can, even how he’s wanted, now it’s just part of the game to make her continue to squirm, for him to toy with her mind just a little while longer before getting into the enjoyment of inflicting some more physical pain on her, explicitly those impressive breasts.
‘I guess the blinders stay in place for now. Guess we’ll start working on these titties without uncovering your eyes first.’ Watching her back bow out from the chair as he speaks, her breast stretching outward with his crisp tug, he hears the slightest whining grunt from her spread lips as another fresh spurt of saliva clings, drools off her chin. A twist, another tug of the nipple, he allows his free hand’s palm to cup, rest across her other breast. Feeling both firm mounds pressing upward as they stand apart, allowing his fingers to spread, slowly rotate as they clench inward across her swollen nipples, he can’t help thinking to himself how her breasts are a bit larger then her sister’s, though maybe not quite as firm.
Then again, a nod toward the open door, she enters in on cue. Barefoot, actually naked, the similarities are instantaneously more then obvious. The breasts firm, the body just a tad leaner, she allows the rubber wheeled stainless steel cart to roll along practically silently in front of her. While she positions herself toward the side of the chair, he quietly acknowledges her presence as she glances equally silent toward him.
‘She’s ready and waiting, I think we’re start with a couple of those.’ He nods toward the neatly formed row of implements on the tray as he lays an index finger vertically across his lips for silence. Stepping beside the other side of the chair, its bowed occupant, again unsnapping flaps beside either of her ears, folding the leather Velcro tightly across them one at a time, he smiles knowing she’s now not only blinded but deaf to what’s coming.
Glancing back toward the tray, focusing on a couple of serrated Japanese clover clamps from a small cluster, he asks, almost callously. ‘Are they properly adjusted? Make sure they’re harsh enough to draw tears from her. Go ahead and use one of your nipples as a guide first.’
Hesitantly, silently obeying his orders, reaching out, squeezing the tongs spreading apart on a clamp as she lifts it from the tray, she bows her back while she focuses on one of her own breasts as she cups, lifts the firm flesh upward in her free hand. Fingers spreading, squeezing, the breast swelling, nipple bulging, she allows the clamp’s spread tongs to slip up and over the centered nub. A noticeable tensing breath as she again hesitates, gnawing across her lower lip she allows the prongs to close, to obviously painfully burrow into her own titflesh. A not so quiet grunt, her hand slowly slipping off the clamp, still cupping her breast with her other hand she watches the chrome tongs glisten as they jiggle outward from the tan tip of the firm, globular mound.
‘Let go Jodi; hands down to your sides, now how’s this feel? And this, this?’ His voice patronizing as he reaches his own hand out, flicks the clamp with thumb and forefinger, flicking it a second, third time his eyes remain on hers as he smiles sarcastically. ‘That’s good; those are tears welling up, aren’t they?’
An obedient nod as her fists clench beside her thighs, a tear streaking down her cheek, her eyes stare downward, to her aching nipple as the clamp springs back and forth to his touch.
‘Okay.’ His voice still firm as he watches the clamp slowly jiggle to a standstill, continuing to reach out, spreading the tongs with a finger, thumb he enjoys the sound of her low groan as the released clamp leaves a deep, crimson indentation on her nipple.
‘Okay Jodi, use it on Jessica now, and make it nice and deep on her tit, understand?’
A glance toward her younger sister, back toward the clamp, reaching out for it, feeling his fingers against hers she slowly nods as she gnaws on her lower lip, reaches awkwardly toward Jessica’s breast.
‘Go ahead, squeeze it, make the nipple bulge before you clamp it. I want you to work that tit.’
His voice raising a decibel or so while he gives his instructions, he watches as she again tentatively obeys, steps closer to the chair as she spreads the fingers of her free hand below, around her sister’s thrust out breast.
‘Go ahead now, or it just might wind up on yours for the rest of the night! Get going.’
A nervous nod, a tight grip and she squeezes her sister’s already firm mound into a bulging oval, the nipple swelling as it stands out between her fingertips. Slipping the spreading tongs around the nub, letting the glistening metal burrow deep onto the areola, the slightest of hesitation and she allows it to spring shut.
Jessica bowing, grunting, her breast thrusting even further outward as the clamp stands almost upright, Jodi steps back a step as she glances back toward him. He watches, intently watches the both of them, Jodi’s wide eyes, Jessica arching, her grunts spewing saliva across her already glistening bare breasts as she strains, twists in her bindings.
‘Come on, you know you’re enjoying this too, or would you rather be the one feeling the pain instead? Maybe have a workout yourself; maybe feel those bands you like so much stretched across your tits again?’ He smirks as he steps beside Jodi, grips her hand to guide it toward her sister’s other breast. ‘I want to see you sucking on her other tit for me.’
Reflexively cupping, covering her own breasts with her free forearm as she stiffens, remembering their brutal treatment, the elastic bands, the swatting with the drilled paddle until some of the elastic bands would snap, she nods, mutters under her breath as she reluctantly leans across her sister’s naked body. Cupping Jessica’s bare breast in her tightening fist, pressing her face across the glistening mounds, she allows the tip of her tongue to slide out from between her spreading lips, to flick back and forth across the bare nub. Obviously embarrassed, humiliated, gripping both breasts as she sucks, melding the mounds of titflesh between her fingertips, her bare flesh presses against her sister’s as the clamp jiggles high on the swollen nipple above her tensing fingers.
‘Enough for now, now clamp that other tit, then I’ve got something for you to help me with.’ He orders as he steps closer to the two of them. ‘Do it quick, too.’
Turning, allowing Jessica’s discolored nipple to slip from her lips, her eyes widening as he points toward the tray, once more she unhesitantly obeys, reaches for the second serrated clamp, spreads it apart in her visibly trembling fingertips as she slides it across the glistening mound. Allowing it to clamp shut into the puckering nub, watching her sister shudder as her naked body bows outward, listening to her pitiful grunts, she can feel the warmth of her own face turning crimson.
‘Assume the position, now.’
Hearing his command, she steps back, lowers her head as she arches her own shoulders back. Lips parting, eyes focusing on the floor, feet together with palms outward from either thigh, she takes a breath, holds it as he slowly steps behind her.
Watching Jessica’s contorting body with the clamps jiggling from her upturned nipples, glancing toward Jodi, her breasts spreading, swaying outward from her bare chest, he glances over the multitude of implements on the tray. Watching Jodi’s face, the reddening shade, again feeling invigorated with her forced obedience, he smirks. ‘Here, let’s get her off the chair, I’ve got something else on my mind for the two of you I think you’ll learn to enjoy doing.’
A quick manipulation of Jessica’s bindings, lifting her up from the modified chair, he holds her upright by her bound elbows as he stands behind her. Glancing out over her arched back shoulder, the pair of clover clamps jiggling, glistening off her puffy nipples, he glances toward Jodi, the tray. A bamboo shunt on the bottom of the cart, modified with a series of holes drilled along the shaft with a couple ready made straps positioned on either end, he nods toward it.
‘Get that bamboo cane with the straps looped through it, Jodi; slide it behind your sister’s back here. Be quick or you’ll be wearing it instead of her.’
Instantly obeying, grabbing, sliding the bamboo between her sister’s shoulders and elbows, she holds it steady as he loosens Jessica’s wrist bindings, lifts her right arm up toward the shunt. Strapping the wrist a foot or so away from her armpit with the outer strap, reaching across, strapping her left wrist in the same manner, he uses the inner straps to secure the bamboo well up behind her pressed elbows.
Gripping a clamped nipple and twisting, a quick tug and he watches Jessica straining to slide her hands inward, her fingers not even close to either armpit, her breasts bouncing, swaying as she twists, contorts to the searing pain of the tensioning clamp. A smug smile to himself, he’s satisfied her breasts are unprotected, unreachable by her hands.
‘Okay, okay.’ His voice firm, his hands gripping the straps binding her elbows together again, a quick tug, a final one almost forced as she grunts, her shoulders bow back even further into an almost impossible arch, her breasts spreading ever wider, the jiggling nipples pointing apart in nearly opposite directions with the dangling clamps attached to the nubs glistening from her mounting moisture.
‘Now.’ He smiles as he slowly steps around in front of her and cups both mounds in the palms of his upturned hands. Glancing toward Jodi, he smirks. ‘These tits are pushed out just about as far as they can go, aren’t they?’
Watching Jodi’s eyes focus downward, trail from one of her sister’s breasts to the other as her lips remain parted with her own deep breathing, he’s more then pleased, his own private little fetish, youthful but big bare breasts forced to bulge outward into firm, globular mounds only made possible by impossibly restricted shoulders arched back till nearly dislocating, and even better, her sister forced to watch, and even participate.
‘Now that we have her tits just about where I want them, lets use something on the tray to help get that tight little ass of hers in the proper position, and believe it or not, it’ll even push those tits out even further at the same time.’
Having Jodi continuing to watch, actually wanting her too, taking his time, fingering a chrome hook, his specially designed thick hook with a bulb twice the size of a golf ball on the short end, the eyelet on the long end large enough for its short strap to pass through, he holds it up for her to get a better look.
‘She’s going to be the first to try this out for me. It’s as thick as a phallus, the short end a good ten inches.’
Watching Jodi’s eyes widening, her head slowly nodding from side to side as she stares toward her sister standing bound and naked, and unaware of what’s about to be done to her with that ominous hook, he again feels that incredible feeling of having one sister watch as he torments, humiliates the other one.
‘Don’t worry, it’s not going to be that unpleasant, and besides, its not going up your ass is it? At least not for now, huh?’
Palming Jessica’s rump, sensing her feet shuffling a few inches apart as he flicks his finger and thumb harshly between her quivering thighs, guiding the hook to slip down between her butt cheeks, the bulb to press into the natural slit between her legs, sensing the bulb spreading her cuntlips, sliding unobstructed between those twin folds concealing her clit, a tilt of a wrist, a slight tug upwards, he senses her body pressing backwards as she tiptoes, grunts through the gag.
The substantial chrome hook surprisingly sliding into her puckered rectum, the bulb barely hesitant in its ‘plopping’ entry, another tug and her hips thrust back, her buttocks bowing as her naked body arches into a near perfect serpentine position with most of the ten inches disappearing between her butt cheeks. Reaching up, gripping her elbows, slipping the hook’s strap across the elbow strap, a sharp tug, a second and third and her naked body contorts even further, her breasts bouncing outward toward her spreading fingers as her buttocks thrusts a little further back with each tug.
Stepping around in front of her, her body impossibly contorted as her hands clutch mid air well out from her torso, his eyes are drawn to the perplexed expression on her face partially covered by the straps and flaps encircling her head as tears streak off her cheeks. Slowly focusing downward toward her jiggling clamped nipples already shimmering with a light coat of perspiration, the hard, globular mounds the size of small grapefruits, on down to her ribcage thrust out almost as much as her breasts, to her belly button flexing above her shaven pubic mound, he again glances toward Jodi, her similarly perplexed stare.
‘Now let’s see what her ass, her cunt looks like now.’ His voice cool as he steps close, turns Jessica around by her shoulders, laying a hand on the ‘tramp stamp’ tribal tattoo above her rounded hump, letting his fingers glide down into the forced deep hollow of the small of her back, he glances down between her butt cheeks, past the impaling hook disappearing inside her rectum. A quick tug upward causing her to tiptoe from one foot to the other, he slips another finger across her spread labium, into the dark tunnel of her sex revealing the nub of her exposed clit.
Staring back toward Jodi to make certain she’s continuing to watch, again allowing his fingers to glide across the hook, flick the taut strap drawing Jessica’s backside so tight, he steps back around, tweaks both clamps between thumbs and forefingers and holds tight as she tiptoes again. ‘Now, kneel down on both knees directly in front of her. I want you to make her cum. Use your tongue and make her have an orgasm while she’s still wearing these clamps or we’ll be switching the two of you. You’ve got three minutes, understand, Jodi?’ And, stick that ass of yours up in front of me and spread wide.’