When Dave didn’t start stroking into her after a few seconds, she slowly started to ride him, putting her hands on his chest to press herself up and down on his cock. It was obvious that, at least by now, this whore knew what she was expected to do for us. Despite her other failings, she usually was a pretty good fuck when I had used her before.
Her use of her hands provoked the first reaction by him. “Put your hands behind your head. Don’t use anything but your legs to ride.” She got a confused look on her face, but did what she was told. “That’s right. Be a good girl and do exactly what I say, OK?” For the first time in quite a while, she made a coherent reply: “OK. I will.”
“That’s good. Now, listen to me. No matter what happens, you keep your hands behind your head and keep riding my cock, OK?” She answered again, “OK. I will.”
The rest of us had pulled back a little to watch this show. Dave always takes his time when he “works on” a girl, so it is a good chance to catch a rest. He usually spoke very calmly to her, insisting she do as she is told, any then turning on her when he was ready. No one made a sound. We all wanted to see what Dawn would do when he made his move. I was betting, considering how cooperative she had been with me when I was calm and quiet with her, and how out of touch with reality she was right now, that she would do whatever he said. I was pretty sure that Dave was going to bring her right to the edge and then push her over.
I could see some things about her that suggested I was right. Her tits, which had settled down when she had calmed down, were slowly starting to heave again as she moved with him. Her nipples had hardened up, as if she knew something was about to happen to her. But she didn’t resist. She had looked earlier like she was just might be getting used to the idea of being fucked by guys she didn’t know, or maybe just that she decided that if she couldn’t get away, she might as well enjoy it. After all, Dave was treating her a lot better than the rest of us had, and he has just the type of looks that she likes, so I bet she had deluded herself into thinking he was a nice guy and wasn’t going to hurt her. Wrong.
“Now, tilt your head back and look at the ceiling. No matter what, keep your eyes on the ceiling until I say otherwise, OK? You won’t like it at all if you move your hands or your eyes, OK?” Again the reply, “OK. I will.” Maybe he just had her cowed into submission. In any case, almost immediately her head rolled straight backwards and her eyes fixed on the space above her. She also arched her back quite a ways, which made her DD rack slide up her chest a little bit more and stand out better. I still am amazed at how different she looks with her new tits, even if I wish they were bigger. She would have had an absolutely perfect body, ready for use as a toy, if her husband had just put more into her boobs. She looked hot this way, but she would have been a perfect petite blonde bimbo slut with some F-cups on her. Of course, I was the one who got to play with them, so what the hell. She still looked amazingly hot.
It sure looked to me like Dawn was ready for Dave to make his move, but he has more patience than I do. He let her slowly ride him for another half a minute or more, until he knew she was settled into a rhythm. She was working him pretty good, with her back arched so that her tits were thrust right in his face, smoothly rocking her hips on him. She had fucked me the same way many times, always when she was turned on. Clearly, something had opened her up a little bit to at least accept the fucking, even if she was really being raped.
Once he was satisfied that she was doing exactly what he wanted, he added his favorite toy. With her eyes locked on the ceiling, she could not see what he was about to do. I was behind her, fairly close, just in case she tried to fight, but I bet she wouldn’t.
I watched as his right hand slowly came out from behind his head and moved toward her left tit. In his hand was an ordinary pair of pliers that he had retrieved from his stuff a few minutes before. They were his favorite tool for “working on” a girl. He opened their jaws up with one hand so they were wider than her nipple, and then, taking great care so he would not accidentally get any of the less sensitive tit-meat further back, suddenly squeezed the pliers shut, directly on her left nipple.
The reaction was instantaneous. Dawn screamed – very loud. Her hands and arms twitched like she was going to drop them from behind her head and grab his hand, but then she froze. Her eyes stayed up, and her arms didn’t move. She was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t do as she had been told. I realized that, with her head up in the air, eyes focused on the ceiling, she had no idea what the source of the pain was. She only knew that her nipple really hurt.
Dave always said that when he “worked on” a girl’s tits with pliers, her cunt would spasm every time he did something to her. He said it was the most amazing feeling. He loved having his cock in a girl whose cunt was reacting to his pliers. I never tried it myself, but I had to admit that she did jump when he closed the jaws on her. She very well could have been squeezing his cock with her cunt.
He slowly increased the pressure on her nipple, keeping her screaming. But she didn’t move again. I noticed that as she continued to ride him, even though he was holding his hand still, so that every time she came up, it pulled painfully on her nipple. Her breathing was very hard, but she didn’t stop fucking him.
After about half a minute – which seemed like a lot longer – Dave let her nipple go. That ended the screams, which trailed off to whimpers. The teeth marks in her nipple from the pliers were clear to see. He moved the tool to his left hand, then extended them toward her right tit, jaws open again.
Once more, the teeth closed on Dawn’s nipple, crushing it in his grasp. She screamed again, this time a piercing scream that really showed how much it hurt her. But she didn’t stop riding him or move her eyes, continuing her slow progress of sliding herself up and down his cock, even as he was hurting her.
I watched as this time, he slowly twisted the piers, doubling the intensity of her screams. I could see the look of agony on her face, as tears fell down the sides of her face. But at the same time, I noticed her nipples stayed hard and she showed signs of excitement. I concluded that my guess that Dawn was a closet pain slut was right on the money.
Dave started twitching the pliers, a little bit at a time, twisting her nipple a little further with each move. Each time he turned it, she screamed again, a short little scream of intense agony, relieved as he backed off about half the distance after a second or so. This went on for about half a minute, until her right nipple was now turned a full twist from the rest of her tit, crushed almost flat, the sides bulging out from the teeth of the pliers. From where I stood, I could see that her face was a mask of pain again.
Through it all, she stayed put. Her eyes locked on the ceiling, hands clenched behind her head, body erect, chest heaving with every breath, riding Dave’s cock up and down slowly. He whispered to her, “You like the pain, don’t you?” She replied through clenched teeth, “No. It hurts.” That wasn’t good enough for him. “But it makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Tell me you like the pain.” I think she decided that she would do anything he asked, or maybe there was something more happening here? “Yes, sir. I like the pain.” I noticed she called him “sir”. Interesting. He wasn’t finished, though. “Tell me you want more pain. Say it just that way.” Her reply was perfect. “Yes, sir. I want more pain.”
Dave let her nipple go from the teeth of the pliers. It snapped back into place, causing a yelp of relief to come from her mouth. She shuddered and let herself relax for a moment. He lowered his arms and set the pliers down quietly where he could get them again. He wasn’t done with them yet, but it was time for something different. Through all of it, she had no idea what it was he was using on her tit to cause such intense and sharp pain.
After allowing her a few seconds to compose herself, he got her moving again. “Ride harder. All the way up and all the way down.” Again the reply: “Yes, sir.”
Dawn slid herself up his cock, almost to the top. She paused for a second, then let herself drop. Just as she bottomed out, Dave’s right hand suddenly lashed out and slapped her on the outside of her left tit, really hard. She let out a startled little yelp. Better yet, her big tit smacked into the other one, making them both bounce.
For a moment, she froze. He immediately growled at her, “I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.” Once more she answered, “Yes, sir.”
Up she went again, then dropped. Again, just as she came down, he slapped her tit, the right one this time. She let out another sound, this time almost mewling like a cat. It suddenly became clear to her that he was going to hit her every time she came down. He wasn’t being gentle, either. I could see that he was making sure to get his strength into every blow.
Dawn started rhythmically bouncing up and down on Dave’s cock, each time coming down hard, and each time having her tit slapped from the side. The thud of her hips hitting his was drowned out by the sound of her tits being beaten. This was what he did women – he would torture the tits of girls as he fucked them. He did it for several reasons. He said that shots of pain made their cunts milk his cock, which of course he really liked. It was also very humiliating, reinforcing that he was in complete control of her, and that she was there only to serve his needs and give him pleasure. Riding him as she was, her hands out of the way and not being able to see anything but the ceiling, she was completely defenseless, which made her feel more helpless. He took full advantage of that helpless feeling.
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