Claire Sinclair in bondage

By: GlobeTwo

Chapter 4,

A glorious pain gripped her like a new god and when this new god came to woo her captive was she, helpless, dumb. She swirled into another wave of orgasm and barely noticed that Charlie had released her leg and rose from his seat, slipping out his finger. Claire’s lips formed a sulking mew for a second to protest but Charlie’s ministrations to her sex withdrew only to have another man step up and begin to torture her sex with a vibrator. Her mouth went from a pouty little o to a wide O of astonishment.

 

The man with the vibrator pierced her sex like a demon lover. Claire’s body shook in arousal as she strained to lift her chin to witness the device’s rape of her body. Her entire body was a question mark; a blurred misstamped question mark snaked out of  her glance as she watched the vibrator glide into her. Her brain worked hard, trying to  jiggle her apprehension as little as possible, not to wake pain, not to raise a shade on the thoughts rushing through her, if  raising a shade in the dark wakes pain. Mere curious pain became ingenious pleasure as the vibrating shaft fucked into her depths.

 

But even as she gave herself over Charlie straddled over her belly and gazed down on her luscious face and sweet creamy breasts.

 

Just then the vibrator pitilessly drilled into her and she screamed and thrashed, suddenly seeing Charlie over her and the other four men surrounding the couch. After great pain, a ritualistic feeling comes; the nerves sit solemn, like tombs and the mind rushes to figure out everything–All pain seems to rush between the brain and the toes. The feet mechanically kick out and the breath always goes out of the lungs in a scream or a gasp. Claire felt all this; the pain and the ecstasy blasted through her from head to toe and for that brief second her brain had to sort out the pleasure and pain and her lovely legs did kick as much as they could and she screamed that scream of ecstasy.

 

She was frantic and a bit panicked. Charlie bent down and grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her to his lips and she sank into his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as if for the first time, and she moaned and gave it back to him while House ran his hands up and down the curve of her waist and another man worked the vibrator like a swordsman. Finally, Charlie broke the kiss and grinned at her. The hand around her neck slipped down, cupped her breast. He rubbed the side of his hand over the rope at the fleshy mound’s base while he caressed her soft skin with his palm and then pinched the still aching nipple. The binding ropes around them seemed to make them swell and blush. She whimpered and felt a tingling rushing from her breasts to the sweet spot between her legs. She heard herself inhale deeply and groan at the same time.

 

“You see sweetheart,” Charlie toyed with her nipples, slowly licking the hard nubs as he spoke. “We come with a certain set of rules.” She was lost, half paying attention. Charlie could tell, his laughter tipping her off and him pulling away enough to make her focus on his words. “We are your masters. We control, we dominate, and we own. We own you, sweetheart.” He ran his fingers up and down her exposed throat and teased her with kisses. “I know you are new to this, but we have to do this, we have to hurt you because you are hot damned the sweetest piece of ass any of us have ever seen.  The pain will be your gateway to pleasure. You understand that Claire?”

 

“Yes.” Her breath was shallow and moist.

 

"I love your body," he told her, idly running his fingers over her smooth skin.

 

"I hope so." She smiled fearfully. The man with the vibrator suddenly gave her a good deep thrust and she howled; her belly arced up against Charlie as he straddled her.

 

He stroked her cheek to calm her. “You’re being so good Claire. You’re going to be so good. You like this don’t you?”

 

She nodded frantically. Her lower body was rocking in rhythm with the fucking from the vibrator and her arms were white with strain as she tried to jut her chest out to Charlie.

 

"And why not? You're a feast we can't get enough of." He cupped one full breast in his palm, once more letting the side of his hand brush over the rope below. "Your breasts are so firm and warm. I love holding them." A thumb brushed over a swollen nipple. "And your nipples. I think I could suck on them forever."

 

Putting actions to words, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the nipple, pulling it into his mouth. He loved the feel of it as he swirled his tongue around it. When he gently closed his teeth over it, Claire moaned and arched into him. Her hands struggled against the ropes and she yearned to pull his head closer to her. Moving his mouth to the other nipple, he rested

his palm on her breast and rubbed his thumb along the edge of the silver dollar sized areola. Claire shifted under his touch; she shifted her hips too, silently urging the second man to move his toy to the place she needed it most.

 

Charlie chuckled against her breast. "Anxious, are we? I'm beginning to think we might never satisfy you."

 

"Then I guess you'd better try harder," she said breathlessly. The vibrator fucked in forcefully and she spent a long minute in a wild animal howl. Charlie watched her as she writhed and he waited calmly until she rode the pain into a blissful look of satisfaction.

 

“God,” she gasped finally and giggled. “I can’t believe this.”

 

“Believe it,” Charlie said. He caressed her breasts lovingly. “And we’re just getting started.”

 

Claire gulped but thrust her chest up proudly.

 

"I could suck your nipples endlessly," he told her. "Firm little pebbles. Delicious. I love to roll them around on my tongue and nip with my teeth. You like it when I bite them, sugar?"

 

"Yes," she whispered. "I do."

 

There were those perfect nipples, staring at him, tempting him. "You know what I'm going to do later? I'm going to get a pair of nipple clamps. Thin bars that squeeze these little berries real tight. Then I'm going to suck on them and bite them until they swell to twice their size and turn that dark shade of red I love so much. But for now this will have to do."

He pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing its hardness, and flicked his tongue back and forth against the tip. Claire moaned with each pass of his tongue and rocked back and forth slightly.

 

Charlie raised his head. "Don't move," he ordered. "No matter what I do, I do not want you to move. Not one part of your body. You may nod if you understand."

 

When she indicated her understanding, electricity sizzled through him. He turned to the other man. “Give it to her.”

 

Suddenly everything went red as the vibrator drilled her with a fury she’d never known before. Her body trembled and her eyes brimmed with tears but she struggled to hold herself rigid for him as the other man fucked her hard.

 

Drawing himself back for the moment, Charlie used his teeth and tongue on her compressed nipple until it darkened and plumped even more. Sweet, little sounds rolled from her throat, and he felt the tension in her body as she struggled to keep herself still. He turned to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, loving her small moans and whimpers.

 

The pace of the vibrator was more gentle now; waves of ecstasy lapped over her like whitecaps on a beach.

 

She thought he would suck and kiss her nipples forever but then he abruptly sat up straight and looked down at her with cruel eyes. Olivia herself handed the candle to him.

 

He held it up for her to see. "Red tonight. Is that your favorite color?"

 

She smiled at him nervously, her brown eyes darkening to the color of rich coffee. Everything was magnified as in close-ups on the big screen. Her soft round glowing face and the shimmer of her dark hair, the tension of her lithe and supple arms stretched over her head so her naked breast, creamy and quivering and almost pale with fear, were spread out in offering. The lustful faces gazing down on her and the vibrator inside her constantly lifting her to greater heights of arousal. And the bright red candle, matching the bright red of her aching nipples.

 

"Let's decorate you, shall we?" He held the candle high, striking a match with his thumb. The flame hissed and glowed and set off a sparkle in the girl’s wide eyes. For a brief second Claire giggled, marveling at the trick with his thumb but then he lit the wick and held the candle over one of her breasts. Her eyes were locked on the candle, watching as red wax began to melt and drip down the side.  Her cute little nose twitched and the aroma of cherry scent filled the air. She would have giggled again but the candle, even with its sweet perfume, was looking very menacing.

 

Charlie held it just above her nipple, a thick bubble of wax sliding down until it dropped onto the soft flesh around it. The red of the wax glowed like fire against her pale skin. She flinched slightly, but the expression on her face wasn't one of pain. She showed pain and pleasure simultaneously. Pain and pleasure came like arrows of unquivered light.

 

 

Charlie circled the candle over her, dripping enough wax to form a swirl over the softness of her breast. The wax was hot, a quick burst of pain but then a warm embrace. Only when a large drip landed directly over the tip of her sensitive nipple did she let out an agonized gasp but Olivia was crouching close to her face and she stroked the young girl’s cheek and gave her some soothing clucks.

 

“You look so pretty Claire; you’re being so good,” the artist whispered. Claire gave her a brave smile.

 

The wax had hardened over her skin but Charlie brushed it all away. “That was the warm up Claire.” He now held the candle closer to her skin so the wax was hotter. And in his other hand he held an ice cube.

 

He tenderly glided the ice over her delicate and sensitive skin; her breasts quivered under his touch.  The ice was cool and caressing but suddenly a drip of hot wax erupted like fireworks onto the coolest spot on her breast. Claire clamped her mouth shut to keep from screaming but her eyes bulged in fury.

 

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