Dave believed in punishing girls just because they were women. He really wanted to humiliate them, and he did it well. He always said that nothing was better than hurting a girl’s tits. Sticking out where she could always see them, women instinctively want to protect them, and are afraid to leave their tits unprotected. Also, they were an unmistakable sign of her inferior status, especially for girls like Dawn, who know that they have pumped-up tits, and thus, understand that their bodies have been modified for a man’s use and pleasure. Using her tits, especially really big ones like Dawn’s DD’s, to inflict pain on her, instead of giving her pleasure, made it clear to her that she was here only for his pleasure, not hers. She was here to be used as a toy. Absolutely humiliating.
Funny thing was, Dawn was convinced I didn’t think of women like this. She didn’t think I looked at them as objects. Of course I actually did use women as toys, and made an effort to humiliate them, especially her. She was such a whore for me, but it kept her coming back to me. Dawn wanted to be humiliated.
Funny thing was, Dawn wanted to be humiliated. I knew that already. She had been debasing herself for me for two years. She always came hardest when she was fucking in front of a mirror, or when I was taking pictures of her getting herself off, or when I made her tell me about fucking another girl for me. I really didn’t think pain would do it for her too, but here she was, having orgasms from the pain and begging for more.
Despite being pretty brutally beaten on her tits, she continued to ride Dave, dropping hard onto his cock, trying to get both of them off. I could see on her face, still turned up toward the ceiling, showing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. It was clear that she was in some way getting off on being beaten. So far as I knew, Dawn had never been beaten while being fucked, or even beaten before being fucked to soften her up. She had stopped crying and now was breathing faster, trying to understand what she was feeling inside – this mixture of wanting this while hating what was happening to her.
Her tits kept sliding back and forth, reversing direction with every strike. Sometimes he was fast enough to hit her again before her tits stopped moving the other way, making them slam together even harder. The outer sides of both tits were already red, with darker spots of bruises starting to show. All of us were really enjoying watching her continue to cooperate in her own torture by riding his cock, with this strange mix of pain and pleasure. Dave saw she was starting to warm to him, so it was time to up the ante again.
Dropping his hand down, he stopped hitting her and grabbed the pliers again, lifting them up in front of her chest. He said, “Look down at me.” Her head dropped down, allowing her to see for the first time what had been locked on her nipples. Dawn’s eyes got very wide when she realized that it was pliers he was tormenting her tits with, and more importantly, she realized he was about to use them on her again. Even then, though she slowed down a bit, she didn’t stop riding his cock, keeping him deep inside of her cunt.
This time, he opened the pliers up a lot further. Once he got the jaws as extended as far they would go, he extended them out toward her left tit, pliers set so he was above and beneath her. He was grasping an inch or so behind the nipple, in the firm part of her tit meat. Slowly, he closed the jaws until they were touching her skin on both sides, but not applying any pressure yet.
“You know this is going to hurt, right?” She answered the same way as all the other times: “Yes, sir.” He went on, “Do you want me to hurt you?” By this time, the tears started coming down her face again. I was shocked at the reply. Again, “Yes, sir.” Dave asked her, “Why do you want me to hurt you?” Her answer was perfect. “Because I’m a whore, sir.”
With that, he started putting pressure on the handles of the pliers, crushing Dawn’s left tit in its jaws. She started screaming in pain again. “Please, no!” I noticed the “sir” disappeared. The reply was significantly less kind. “No way, whore. These stay on until you make me cum.” He grabbed her right nipple with his fingers as well, digging his nails into it and twisting it a half turn. Her screams intensified, but so did her efforts up and down his cock again.
Dave’s right arm started twitching. I could see he was really trying to crush her tit. The jaws of the pliers dug into her, almost a half inch deep. He pulled hard on the handles, stretching her tit away from her chest into a painful cone. That made her wail louder. It was obvious that the pain really increased whenever she moved up away to ride his cock. I had to give it to him – she had been on him for almost 30 minutes, and he still had control of himself.
Dawn was becoming engulfed in pain. I could see that she now understood the depths she had sunk to. Having the pliers digging into her tit had ended any interest she had in what Dave was doing to her. She was being raped, after all. Now all she wanted was to escape. She knew better than to drop her hands or try to get off him, because she was genuinely afraid of him now. After all, what would this guy to do to her if she resisted? He had already beaten her and was using pliers on her tits. I don’t know what horrors she made up in her head, but they obviously scared her.
Plus, the realization that she was responsible for all of this was crashing in on her. She still had her arms up, hands behind her head. She had just a moment before asked him to hurt her and called herself a whore. And she was still riding his cock, and deep down inside of her, she wanted his cock in him. Dawn didn’t know what to do other than just keep fucking.
When after a couple minutes, Dave realized he was going to cum soon, he switched the pliers over to her right tit and crushed it the same way. Her screams became even more intense, not really sounding like a woman anymore. To be honest, I was getting a little uncomfortable. My apartment is pretty soundproof, and there is no one else in the building at night, but this was starting to go a little too far. I wondered what to do about it.
Before it came to that, though, Dave bucked up into her cunt, giving her his load. As soon as he did, he released the pliers off her tits, allowing her to collapse onto him. The screams reduced again to small little kitten mewls, tapering off with a few sobs and tears.
It was really interesting looking at her. She finally moved her hands, but he said nothing. Dawn was laying on him, looking into his eyes, almost like she would to me when she was finished after she rode my cock normally. I could tell she was still confused as to what to feel. She was in great pain, but was also strangely excited by what had been done to her. I don’t think she really understood anything at this point beyond this odd combination of pleasure and pain.
After a moment, Dave pushed her off him onto the floor. Falling on her back, Dawn’s DD’s lay out for us, and showed what he had done to her. Both nipples had teeth marks in them. The outer sides were black and blue with bruises. The spots where the pliers had dug in deep were all black, with red lines where the teeth had been. They looked painful. I idly wondered how she was going to hide this from her husband. After all, he thought those tits were his. Not really my problem, I guess.
Dave had one more thing to do to humiliate her. He swung his legs off the couch to sit up, then beckoned her over. “Crawl over here and clean me off. With your mouth.” After all he had done to her, all the pain she had taken from him, she still gave him the same answer, “Yes, sir.” She moved right over to him, on her hands and knees. She took him in her mouth, cleaning her juices – and all our cum – off him. He slid his hands down onto her tits and squeezed both of them hard. From her mostly full mouth we heard her cry out in pain again.
After a minute or two, he finally cuffed her on the side of the head with his hand. She sucked him one more time, then crawled away to the other side of the room, laying down on the carpet like she intended to go to sleep. I didn’t think so.
We had taken a good rest. Now it was time for anyone who wanted to fuck her again. I was ready, and I noticed everyone else was too. With that, I got up out of my chair and moved toward Dawn, laying on the floor, waiting, ready to be fucked by us some more. This night was not done yet.
Dawn was laying on the floor, looking like she was going to go to sleep. Her tits were bruised pretty good, but the rest of her was intact. We all were interested in having one more shot at her, so her sleeping was not going to happen.
I decided that I needed her ass first. I was the first guy to ever fuck her in the ass, and I loved using it. So did she, usually. So, I rather casually got up and walked over to her, still on the floor. “Did you like that, whore?” She turned her head to look at me and asked, “What?” I noticed her eyes still had that slightly unfocused look. I asked her again, “Did you like being beaten while he fucked you?” She replied, “Yes. What do you want?” Still not a good answer. It was pretty obvious that Dawn was trying to compose herself. She didn’t know what she was supposed to be feeling, whether to be in pain or in ecstasy. There really was only one thing for me to tell her: “Be a good girl and roll over so I can fuck your ass.”
For a long moment, she just looked at me. She really was confused because her emotions absolutely out of control. So, I slapped her hard across the face, in the hopes of getting her attention. I was surprised that she didn’t blow up. Instead, while she did let out a whimper, she didn’t do anything else except roll over onto her stomach, crushing her black and blue tits under her and sticking her ass up in the air, reaching back with her hands to pull her asshole open. Amazing – it was clear she still was ready to be fucked.
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