He put the whip down, his fingers caressed her again, pulling apart her cheeks to expose her red, abused anus. “Yes, I like the color of it now.” He pushed his finger against the hole, his dry digit pushing into her rectum as she groaned in pain. But she didn’t fight the intrusion; she let him have his way with her asshole, resigned to her fate, the whipping taking any fight out of her. He knew it would be short-lived. Once he began on her breasts she would fight again, making them dance for him and the whip. He felt the spasms run through her anus, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably as he screwed his dry finger up her hole, Gretchen pushing back on his finger as if she were aiding the fingering of her asshole. He massaged her muscle, feeling her tighten on his finger as he cork-screwed it deeper into her asshole. He pulled his finger almost all the way out, leaving it just inside her anal ring, let it circle the stretched skin. It would have to stretch wide or tear to take his cock up her backside, but her screams would make all of the effort worthwhile.
“Now for her tits.” The Captain slid his hands inside Stefani’s bodice, finding her naked flesh, hearing the sharp intake of her breath as her nipples were touched by male fingers for the first time. “I’m going to make your tits naked, so I can play with them while the First Officer abuses little Gretchen’s tits.”
Stefani squirmed as best she could but she couldn’t escape the fingers that slipped down the front of her dress, her nipples suddenly springing to life with the first touch of the calloused fingers. She turned red in shame, her body reacting to the forced fondling, dreading the moment when he would make them naked, not only to him but anyone in the room. She bit her lip, unwilling to give the Captain any satisfaction, suffering quietly for fondling of her body.
Gretchen’s freedom was short-lived as she was released from the saddle and allowed to stand while a new coil of rope was brought in.
“I’m going to work on those pretty little titties next,” the First Officer smiled as he twisted her around, making her sit on a hard bench brought in just for her humiliation. Her eyes widened in terror as she figured out the strange device. The chair had a shelf attached to the front of it, adjustable up or down. The First Officer raised it up until it sat just below her naked breasts. “Yes, this is for those delicious tits to sit on. But first I’m going to warm them up a bit.” He bound her arms high up behind her back, a rope affixed to rings in the pulling her backward. A wooden pole stuck out horizontally from the wall behind her, aimed directly at the small of her back. As she was pulled backward by her wrists, her back hit the pole as the rope tightened, her body having no choice but to arch outward, thrusting her breasts out as an offering, the twin peaks standing so proudly and making ideal targets.
She trembled in fear as the First Officer stood before her, the first slap of her breasts by his hand catching her by surprise. His large palm hit her tender flesh, making her breast dance on her chest, jiggling back and forth, the pain of the blow rushing to her brain. “How could you do such a vile thing?” She cried out in pain as he hand backhanded her other breast, the tender, white flesh bearing the brunt of the slap, both of her breasts jiggling up and down, Gretchen forced by the pole in her back to keep them arched out and available. The sound of his hand hitting her tender flesh rang out in the room, her breasts moving up and down as he rained a series of blows on the tender flesh while she screamed in pain.
Stefani wasn’t faring much better, as the Captain‘s hands became more urgent, her bodice tearing as he crushed her naked breasts in the palm of his large hand. The Captain’s powerful hand yanked the garment, the threads pulling until they burst, the cloth becoming a rag, hanging uselessly to the side. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her own debasement from the likes of the Captain. She felt the rush of cool air on her skin, knowing that her dress was gone, her breasts naked and exposed. She shivered, part in fear, partly because she couldn’t explain how she felt as the Captain’s fingers tugged on her nipples, pulling the tips. She couldn’t explain how they had got so hard or why, her body betraying her to the Captain. Surely he must think this was arousing her. “OOOW,” she moaned when he twisted her nipples, pulling and stretching them as if they weren’t connected to her body. She opened her eyes, her nipples pulled out over two inches long, stretched, the tips aching, his fingers like giant pincers on her flesh.
He bounced Stefani’s tits, watching them move up and down on her chest. Her nipples were so pink and swollen, dark brown areolas surrounding the swollen tips as if they were targets for his fingers. Her flesh was so firm, his hands crushing her breasts and then watching them spring back to life, ripe and proud. He loved her moans of pain when he pinched them too hard. If she thought that hurt, wait until she felt the pinch of nipple clamps. He even had a pair of sterling silver nipple clamps, fitting for the likes of a Queen.
The First Officer worked Gretchen’s tits with the riding crop, no part of the tender flesh untouched, lifting her breasts up by the nipples so the crop could slap harshly on the soft underbelly of her breast. Her nipples were last, slashing at the tip with all of his strength, making sure he just barely hit them, making sure the pink tips bore the brunt of the lash. Her screams were priceless, shaking her tits back and forth for his amusement, the crop forcing her to continue when she slowed down, turning the white flesh into a mass of pink and dark red flesh.
The pain was unbearable, her tender flesh beaten unmercifully; no part of her breasts was untouched. The First Officer committed the final unspeakable act; her nipples were subject to the lash of the crop, the tips brushed harshly by the leather crop, the pain harsh and acute, the pain shooting into her tender flesh. He finally stopped and Gretchen sobbed in pain, hoping that it was over.
The First Officer moved the shelf up until it sat snuggly against the underside of her breasts, sitting them on the shelf as if they were an offering to the Gods. He lashed a belt around her waist, pinning her tightly to it, fear in her eyes as she stared down, her breasts so unprotected. His fingers slid over the hot flesh, a pretty pink already, moving down until he got to her nipples. He felt them harden from the touch, growing longer and presenting a bigger target. He moved to the side of the table, picking up the shiny chain, dangling it in Gretchen’s face. “Have you ever seen nipple clamps? Soon you will feel them. Notice the clamps, the powerful jaws, and these jagged edges to bite painfully into your tender nipples. The long chain will allow me to yank them, stretch out your nipples, giving me a bigger target to punish. You will sing loud for me now, sing for your Mistress to submit to sucking the Captain’s cock.”
The Captain was enjoying Stefani’s tits, his hands and fingers mauling her flesh, making her squirm uncontrollably against his cock as he rubbed up and down against her. He pulled on her nipples, tears running from her eyes as she silently suffered under his fingers. “He’s going to really hurt her tits now. The bench will not give, the breasts will receive the full brunt of the punishment. They will turn black and blue.
“No! No, Please No!!” Gretchen pleaded. She saw the clamps in his hands, the sharp teeth glistening in the candlelight. The First Officer pinched her nipples, pulled them as the clamps opened, poised over the left nipple. “EEEEEHH,” her scream rang out in the room, almost scaring everyone with its intensity. It felt as if he slit her nipple with a knife, the pain acute and intense, shooting into her brain, her eyes filled with tears, her breath halting. She couldn’t even catch her breath before a clamp was attached to her right nipple, her screams ringing out again.