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Chapter Thirty -- Ace is the Place with the Helpful Hardware
There was so much to talk about and so little time. They all wanted to talk
about their experiences massaging the freshmen to orgasm. Only Bea had been able
to resist their efforts. She grimaced and tensed and simply refused to allow her
body to get turned on. They had tried increasing the spankings to painful
levels, then they tried stronger stimulation, even resorting to plug-in
vibrators. Nothing seemed to work.
Clarice suggested that they were trying too hard. She speculated that the harder
they tried to make Bea come, the more she resisted. "Try backing off and just
making the experience pleasant. Then, when she doesn't expect it, try again
without letting her know what you're doing."
"Do you think we're making any progress?" Debbie asked.
"I think so," Darlene replied since she had massaged the woman the night before.
"She really did get relaxed. And the potent pussy cream is having the desired
effect. I think she was actually horny last night."
"I've got her tonight. Do you think it's too early to go for broke?" Jennifer
asked.
"Let's give her one more day of frustration," Laura suggested. "Maybe the idea
of seeing her husband again on Sunday will help get her off."
"Sounds good. How's everybody else doing? The freshmen, I mean," Maria asked.
"They're just like I was," Kaitlyn laughed. "Terrified at first and now really
getting into it."
"I kind of miss getting massages like that," Laura sighed.
"I'd be glad to give you a massage any time you like," Darlene told her. "It's
fun getting other people off. Would you like to go over there now?"
"Too much homework," Laura sighed. "I think I've finally got the square knot
down pat," she bragged, knotting her nylon rope behind her back and checking
that she had a proper square knot. Whose turn is it to get tied up?"
"I've lost track but you can tie me," Maria volunteered.
"As long as I play with your pussy, right?"
"Well..." Maria blushed, the rush of blood obvious even with her dark
pigmentation.
"I'm going to make you horny and then make you get yourself off," Laura snarled.
"Get over here and bring your ropes."
"Yes, mistress," Maria replied, hurrying over with her ropes clenched in her
teeth. Besides the thick nylon ropes they all now carried day and night, Laura
brought out a coil of cotton rope and went to work on Maria.
"Come on, you horny old slut," Kaitlyn teased Darlene. "I want to give you a
massage."
"Only if I get to return the favor," Darlene told the kid.
"Only if I get to return the favor," Kaitlyn repeated in a mocking tone. "When
we're done, I want you to tie me up and make me sleep in the ropes."
Jennifer just sat back and smiled. Each of them had developed a sexual
personality and preferences. Darlene wanted to get off--again and again and
again. Katy preferred a long tease that sometimes lasted days so that she would
have one huge explosion. Maria had a deep need to be relieved of responsibility
for her pleasure. Laura and Debbie were mellow and accepting of new things but
really liked their sex plain and sweet. Jennifer worried a bit about Kim, who
had withdrawn after the anal rape by her husband. "Want to play for a bit?" she
asked Kim, gently touching the side of the little EurAsian woman's face.
"I was just wondering if I'm healed up enough," Kim told her tall classmate.
"That's the worst part of this whole thing. I was really getting into anal stuff
and then Roger split my butt hole. If we're real careful, I think I'd like it."
"I could put your suppository in," Jennifer teased.
"It is mostly grease," she giggled, taking out one of her foil pouches that
contained a bullet-shaped antibiotic suppository. "I wonder if it wouldn't be
enough lube."
"Let's find out," Jennifer grinned, taking the packet and ripping it open as she
led Kim to her bed. 'I'm just a slut,' Jennifer contemplated as she pushed the
slimy pill into Kim's abused rear hole and then planted her mouth over the
almost hairless pussy that seemed irresistible. 'I love it all but not too much
of any one thing. I wonder what's next? Guess I need to check the schedule.'
-*-
As upperclassmen, the group was allowed evening and weekend dates with their
husbands. Each date was an exercise in communications and sex. Darlene spent a
weekday evening with her husband and all weekend with her kids. Ultra sexy
lingerie, a well-greased butt plug, and several vibrators added excitement.
Laura and Bill began to get into a bit of exhibitionism. He loved his wife's new
shape and her selection of sexy foundations and dresses that always displayed
cleavage and shapely legs. Debbie and Dan spent most of their time talking,
still learning about each other, and planning their wedding. Once Dan got over
being denied intercourse, it was fun to figure out all the different ways they
could get each other off short of that full sex act. Kaitlyn talked with Bruce,
too, but they needed to get sex out of the way quickly, then talk for awhile,
then do it again. Both were very much into oral sex, a bit afraid for the baby
now that Kaitlyn's tummy was becoming a bit rounded.
The rest of them got boy toys to play with on Saturday. They practiced bondage,
oral skills, and masturbation, enjoying it but finding something lacking. "It's
love," they all agreed.
"It's going to be so great with a husband, somebody I really love and trust,"
Jennifer sighed as they sent the college boys packing on Sunday. "I have no idea
where I'm going to find him, but I need a kinky guy to love and cherish who's at
least six eight."
"Me, too," Wendy agreed. "Kinky, anyway. I came here thinking I was lesbian and
now, well, lesbian sex is nice but boring. The guys are all so different and so
exciting. I worry, though, that I'll always want women."
"No worry there," Maria laughed. "All the guys think that lesbians are the
sexiest things alive. Haven't you noticed?"
"Especially kinky lesbians," Kim laughed. "They all love the spankings and rope
and stuff."
"I think it's just variety--you know, new things. They've all heard about stuff
like that but they've never done it, so it's new and different and exciting.
That's the way I feel, anyway," Jennifer told the group. "Well, let's get our
homework done."
"But not quite all of it, huh?" Maria teased. "I want my spankings."
-*-
Monday was leather day. They explored leather wear and leather bondage
equipment, wallowing in the feel and smell of the natural material. They learned
about the different kinds of leather and how to care for it properly. There were
even a couple of classes on working and sewing leather and handouts on where to
get tools and materials. "Everybody should have some skins," Lucy told them.
"Just for fun."
Tuesday was rubber day, a whole day to explore the wonders of stretchy latex.
They had all worn rubber garments of some sort during the first seven weeks at
GWU. Some liked it, some didn't. But everyone found something she liked, even if
it was just a pink, pliable dildo.
The schedule for Wednesday and Thursday just said, 'ACE' for the main topic.
They all wondered what they were in for and tried to remember what the juniors
had worn six weeks earlier. "I know," Kaitlyn had grinned the night before, "But
I'm not telling."
Gwen, who had greeted them their first night, was back. They all hugged and
kissed her in greeting. "So, is everyone glad you came?" Gwen asked at
breakfast.
Only Darlene had misgivings. "I really miss my kids."
"I know," Gwen smiled sympathetically. "But it won't be long now. Starting next
week, we'll be putting everything together, but today we're back to reality.
Does anybody know how much leather ankle cuffs cost? Or a leather corset? Well,
that's why we emphasized rope for bondage. I'd love to have dozens of leather
outfits from the inside out, but they're expensive, so today we're going back to
the corner store."
"Ace is the place with the helpful hardware man," Kaitlyn sung out, proud that
she had figured out the theme for the day's activities.
"Well, I usually shop at Home Depot," Gwen laughed, "Or at the ServiStar on the
corner, but you're right. It's off to the hardware store for today's kinks. Come
on."
Gwen unlocked the door to another room in the basement, one they hadn't visited
before. Inside was a mock-up of a hardware store that was short on its stock of
paint and wallpaper but had a large selection of "fun stuff," as Gwen put it.
The 'fun stuff' filled half the room. The other side was set up like an
efficiency apartment minus one wall. It even included a tiny patio with
inexpensive outdoor furniture and a bathroom without walls.
"It'd be great if we could all afford to put a dungeon playroom in our basement
at home," Gwen told them. "The house that Rodney and I have doesn't even have a
basement, so we improvised. Unless you're wealthy or hit the lottery, chances
are that you'll be in similar shape. But playing sexy games in an ordinary house
can be really exciting, too."
"For me, it's even wilder than a dungeon scene. There's the added danger of one
of your friends dropping by while you're chained to the bed naked," Gwen
whispered, grinning. "Or rushing to hide the chains from last night when your
mother or mother-in-law drops by first thing in the morning. And, like you've
already been told, everything you need is right around the corner."
"Let's start off with sexy looking stuff," Gwen smiled from her position facing
the front of the group. "Chains. Guys love the look of chains and so do most
women. How many of you have worn a bikini chain or belly chain? How about an
ankle chain? Jewelry, right? Well, there's an element of visual bondage in them.
Real chain is even sexier for a lot of us. So let's talk about chain."
"Here's a common dog chain," Gwen said, holding it up where everyone could see.
"It usually comes in a plastic package and it's made of twisted steel wire. It's
fairly strong but each link is really two in kind of a twisted figure-8, see?
You can buy it off a roll, too. Most of the home-type swing sets use chain like
this, too. The twist is in the middle and there are sharp points. Here, feel."
As eight naked women fondled the dog chain, Gwen went on. "The most comfortable
chains have welded or soldered links that are smooth but these tend to be
heavier. Personally, I like the weight and feel of a good steel chain. When I
wear it out, people wonder, 'Is she really kinky or what?'"
"OK, so what other toys can you find in here?" Gwen asked. "Use your
imaginations. Hey, have you done nipple torture yet?"
"No, and I don't intend to," Darlene announced loudly.
"Then you haven't done whips yet either," Gwen chuckled. "I agree that it was
probably the worst part of my time here, but everybody goes through it. I guess
nipple torture starts today once we get you all chained up. Tomorrow we do
whips. It's not as bad as it sounds."
"Just kissing a woman, you know, with tongue, sounded pretty bad before I came
here," Kaitlyn chimed in, unable to stop herself from talking. "But now I like
everything. I bet I even like nipple stuff because my nip's are wired right to
my puss' for sure."
"Let's get back to chains," Gwen laughed. "Before we get off schedule again.
Check out some of the possibilities here. We have decorative chains. They won't
take much weight and you can generally break them with your hands. That type of
chain is designed for holding up swag lamps or for decorating accents, but it
still looks pretty good. It's light and the good quality chain is smooth. It's
also available in gold and black."
"Then we have this twisted chain that's designed to lay flat. Each link is
separate. I like to use this for necklaces. It makes a cheap but attractive
slave collar that's just kinky enough to be fun. It also makes people wonder.
The only disadvantage to it is that there isn't much room to attach other links
in the middle. Now, how are we going to join our chains?" Gwen asked them.
"Locks," Kaitlyn blurted out.
"And every hardware store can special order sets that use identical keys. That's
really handy for kinky play. Believe me, it's a real pain to be locked in a
heavy chain when you lose the key. There are some other alternatives, mainly
wire and repair links. The repair links let you join in all sorts of ways, side
to side, ends, whatever. Let me show you. Who'll volunteer?"
"I haven't been first for a while," Wendy smiled, stepping in front of Maria,
Darlene, and Kaitlyn, all of whom were poised to be first.
"These repair links can be fun," Gwen told everyone, holding up a squarish link
with a little hex nut that could be screwed onto a threaded part of the link to
secure it. "A drop of crazy glue or using a wrench to tighten it can make it
impossible to take off without two hands and tools. It can make you even more
helpless than if locks are used. One of the kinkiest things Rodney and I ever
did was to go on a trip to the hardware store. I was wearing black tights, a
black leotard, and black shorts. Rodney made me stand in the Home Depot while he
tried chains on me just like this."
"That's cold!" Wendy squealed as Gwen laid a heavy length of chain over her
shoulders and behind her neck.
"Just a bit," Gwen laughed. "It'll warm up pretty quick today." She found
another length of chain from a bin, wrapped it behind Wendy's back, and hooked
repair links to let it hang from the halter chain, as Wendy had already started
to think of it. Next Gwen hung the ends of a short piece of chain from higher up
on each halter chain with two more repair links, and then joined the ends of the
chain around Wendy's back and the center of the short chain, to form a steel
frame around her breasts.
"The visual impact on guys is something else," Gwen snickered as she added
several short loops of the same type of chain under Wendy's breasts, and joined
them link-for-link with repair links to form slings for her breasts, essentially
an open top shelf bra made of chain. "Cute, huh? And those oh-so-visual guys get
all goofy about it."
"Now, you can add a chain straight down the back and tighten up the links with a
wrench so there's no way to get it off, or you can just use it for decoration.
How do you suppose we might create a bottom for this outfit? Pair up and have
fun. We have all morning to create hardware kinkwear," Gwen laughed. "I'm even
going to join you. Rodney's coming out for the night and we haven't done this in
months."
As they played, Gwen showed them other kinky hardware store games. "One of my
favorites is trailer hitch balls," she told the class. "They come in sizes from
somewhat big to really big but the big thing is that they're hard and they're
heavy. If you don't like the feeling, then skip it but at least try it once. I
find the ungiving nature of steel exciting."
"Here's a whole hitch ball assembly including the base. Many times these are
molded as one piece. This is a small one, an inch and a half ball. See the bolt
sticking out the bottom? Put it through a link of chain at the strategic
location," she told them, demonstrating on her own crotch chain, "And spin on a
nut to hold it in place. Then put it inside...ah...it takes a while for these to
warm up," she gasped, cringing. "Then tighten up the crotch chain a link or two
to keep it in place. The ball kind of stretches you, and the taper under it fits
right at your pussy rim. Now, try moving. Weird, isn't it?"
Several of the students had followed her lead and experimented with the trailer
hitches. Every step caused the steel balls to move inside them, and the weight
pulled down on the floor of their pussies, deliciously pulling membranes that
sent sensations all the way to their clits. Kaitlyn especially liked the
feeling, bouncing up and down on her toes to rock the hard steel inside her
body.
"You can make it even kinkier by replacing the bolt in the bottom with a piece
of all-thread so it sticks out the front. Now, some of the hitches come in two
parts with the base separate from the ball. If you can find them, try filling
the inside of the balls with epoxy and slide one inside before you put the one
attached to the chain in. Some people like one up the butt, but for me the
steel's too hard for anal play."
"Now, in bigger stores you can find this 'liquid rubber' that's supposed to be
used to put handles on tools," Gwen told them, opening a can of the stuff with a
screwdriver. "You just dip whatever you want rubberized down into it and
wah-lah! Kinky rubber covered toys. It's not as smooth as regular latex, but
it'll cover up sharp edges or points."
"If you want really secure cuffs for almost nothing, try hardware tape coated
with rubber and a couple of bolts. Does anybody know what a stove bolt is? It
has a smooth top. If you pick the right size square headed nut underneath, it'll
hold inside the chain's links and let you tighten a nut on it. Just remember to
put the smooth side against the skin. See? If you're kind, you can add a short
piece of chain to the cuffs or you can bolt them directly to the belly chain for
some close, tight bondage. Like this. You're absolutely helpless."
Helpless. Defenseless. Just the thought made Maria's juices flow. 'I can't help
it,' she told herself, feeling more and more aroused as Jennifer added each new
piece of chain and tightened the repair links with pliers so that she couldn't
escape without the help of someone with tools.
Maria was in a heavenly hell when Jennifer discovered U-bolts and cable stays
and eyebolts, all covered with liquid rubber. And every hardware store has
sponges that can be trimmed to balls that make perfect gags. "They're less cruel
than hard rubber balls," Gwen told them, using Maria for her demonstration. "Cut
it way too big so you have to stuff it in. Then push a sharp knife blade through
it, thread a piece of hardware tape through the holes, and bend the ends over so
there aren't any sharp corners like this. You can create all sorts of rigs to
hold it in."
Like two long eyebolts with tight nuts on each side of the ball with a chain
behind the bottom's head. Jennifer wanted something more aesthetic for Maria.
She used key rings at the ends of the hardware tape, and attached not only a
chain behind Maria's head but one under her chin and an inverted Y of chain at
the sides of her nose, hooked to the chain behind her head. To make sure it
couldn't possibly come off, Jennifer used more repair links to attach the head
harness to Maria's chain collar.
Their next hardware store project was constructing dildos from copper and PVC
pipes with smooth caps for insertion and a T coupling to run chain or rope
through to hold them in place. Lubricated condoms held securely on the shafts
with rubber bands added additional smoothness and comfort.
With four of them standing in secure steel bondage, the remaining four students
screwed hooks and eyes into various places in the mock apartment as Gwen
described dozens of ways to conceal the anchor points. Then she suggested ways
to secure each other to the anchors.
"This doesn't have to be complicated," Gwen lectured. "And you can always
combine this with ready made bondage equipment. Come here, Jennifer. These are
'Cathy's Cuffs'. They're soft and nonthreatening but very secure. They're not
expensive. Just clip them to the door's coat hooks and wah-lah. You can't escape
but I can release you in two seconds. Now, Darlene, regular leather cuffs for
you. And you're..."
With Jennifer clipped to the door, Darlene was secured face up on the coffee
table. Laura ended up spread-eagled on the bed, sitting up with her back against
the headboard. Kaitlyn stood, chained to the kitchen table at her wrists and
ankles. Debbie sat on the futon, her limbs stretched to each side. Kim sat in a
padded patio lounge, secured only at her wrists and ankles. Covered with chain
decorations, Wendy stood with her arms stretched out between hooks for a hanging
swag lamp and a hanging plant. Maria stood in the middle of the living room, her
ankles cuffed to the ends of a dowel rod used as a spreader. The middle of the
thick dowel was attached to a recessed drawer handle under the edge of the rug.
All of the women faced each other except Maria, who could swivel around to watch
the coming fun.
"My, my," Gwen grinned, admiring her work. "All tied up and no place to go.
Don't say a word or I'll whip you, OK? Good. I have something else you'll find
in every hardware store and most groceries." She held up a bag of fifty wooden
clothespins.
"Kinky people love these things," she said, tearing open the bag. "They're so
cruel. Guess what they're going to pin today?" She smiled evilly at the bound
women, looking at each of them separately. Gwen had read the reports on all the
women, and knew that Laura had the lowest tolerance for, and took the least
pleasure in painful stimuli. She approached the older woman, watching as Laura's
eyes grew as big as dinner plates.
"No," Laura whimpered softly.
"You can stand it," Gwen told her, gently running a finger around Laura's
nipples until they poked out proudly. "It won't be for long and you only _have_
to let us clamp your nipples three times. But lots of us like it, at least once
in a while." She pressed on the tails of a clothespin a few times, opening and
closing it.
"Please," Laura begged pitifully as the open-jawed clothespin approached her
chest. She pulled back as far as she could, pressing her back against the padded
headboard. She tried to squirm away when Gwen took hold of her right breast and
let the pin close on the erect nipple. "NO!" Laura screamed. "Take it off! I
can't stand it! No! Gawd, it hurts. Please!" She shook. She squirmed. She
bounced and twisted and cried and realized that there was no escape from the
pain and pressure on her nipple that was now burning and throbbing.
Gwen was gently running her fingertip around Laura's left nipple to keep it up
and ready. "Still one to go," Gwen told her.
"No, please," Laura whimpered.
"Yes," Gwen said softly. "If you don't settle down, I'm going to put one right
on your clit and then I'll put them all up and down your pussy lips and on your
ears and all over you. But if you'll settle down so I can put this one on your
other nip', it'll all be over soon. So which will it be?"
"Please," Laura begged, tears rolling down her cheeks. She realized that there
was no way to escape at least one other biting clothespin. The very thought of
them clamping her sex terrified her into a trance as she held her body still,
waiting for the excruciating pain to assail her other nubbin that was already
throbbing in anticipation. As the jaws closed, she cried out again.
"Twenty minutes is about the right amount of time to deny circulation to a body
part," Gwen told them all as she put clothespins on Kaitlyn's nipples. The young
girl just bit her lip and grimaced. "I like to use kitchen timers to keep track
when I'm doing stuff like this." She twisted the dial on a timer and set it
down.
Laura was in agony, the sharp pain causing her to focus all of her attention on
her poor nipples so cruelly clamped in the jaws of a wooden clothespin. For a
while, she continued to whimper and try to shake them off, but every movement
caused the weight of the instruments of torture to move, giving her new jolts of
pain. She discovered that the pain was most tolerable when she remained still.
Her whole being was aware of the change from sharp pain to burning and then to
throbbing, then a tingling pulsation, and finally numbness. She found it
incredible that devices that cost only a couple of pennies could cause all of
the sensations she was experiencing.
Gwen worked around the room, going from Wendy to Kim to Debbie, putting
clothespins on nipples. Even though they didn't scream like Laura, each had
tears rolling down her cheeks from the sharp pain, and all three tried to shake
them off.
When the timer that Gwen had set for Laura went 'ding', two naked freshmen came
in, eyes wide with fear. "That one," Gwen pointed toward Laura.
Now Laura remembered her own experience when she was a freshman. She and Maria
were a team, sent to the dungeon to take a pair of more sophisticated nipple
clamps off the juniors and suck their nipples. Now it was the new class' turn,
she realized.
The freshmen, Brandi and Bernadette, shyly introduced themselves and began
kissing around Laura's neck and breasts, licking under the chains, and gently
caressing her pussy lips with their hands. Laura knew she was helpless, that it
would be useless to object. She let herself go, surrendering to the
ministrations of the two women, one barely out of high school, and the other in
her thirties.
Gwen had left Darlene, Jennifer, and Maria for last, knowing from the grade
cards and reports that pain enhanced the responses of the first two and the
Latino girl achieved her greatest release from being forced to respond.
"You're next," Gwen smirked down at Darlene as the helpless woman looked up.
"You're going to be the demonstrator for something new, the zipper." Gwen showed
her victim a bag from which she drew a long nylon cord with a miniature plastic
clothes pin tied every two inches along its length. "These can be quite cruel
but exciting at the same time. Especially if there's no possibility of escape.
Oh, and plastic clothespins are harder and hurt more than wood. Want to see?"
"No, thank you," Darlene told her top, staring warily at the string of more than
twenty tiny colored pins in Gwen's left hand and the red plastic clothespins she
held in her right.
"No choice," Gwen grinned. "Do you want a gag?"
"No, thank you."
"A blindfold?"
"No, thank you."
"Ready?"
"No," Darlene whimpered. She cursed herself. Her body was aroused from just the
anticipation. She had come to realize that everything turned her on. 'I'm just
highly sexed,' she decided during their first weeks, after she was turned on by
nudity, bondage, spankings, fondling, masturbation, licking, being licked,
kissing, being kissed...
"Shit!" she hissed out between gritted teeth as the hard red plastic clamped
down on her already erect nipple. She panted, remembering her natural childbirth
classes, trying to take her mind off the pain, trying to forget that her other
nipple was about to receive the same treatment, and trying to command her
sopping pussy to stop leaking onto the surface of the... "Damn, that hurts," she
hissed again.
"It's nothing like this," Gwen told Darlene, starting to pinch bits of flesh on
the side of her breast and applying the little clothespins just an inch apart.
"No! Oh, gawd, I can't stand that," Darlene cried out, trying to twist away from
Gwen. Her torturer called in two more freshmen and told them to "distract her."
The newcomers started licking, kissing, and finger fucking Darlene as Gwen
resumed placing the pins. Darlene's mind was gone, overwhelmed by the mixture of
pain and pleasure. She gasped for breath, thrust her pelvis up at the invading
finger, wiggled to try to dislodge the pins, loving the feeling of helplessness
and even the sharp increase in the pain with movement.
Laura was crying out again. The blood had returned to her nipples moments after
Bernadette and Brandi had removed the clothespins. Her nipples felt like they
were on fire! And the freshmen were sucking, driving her crazy, fingering her
clitoris so that she couldn't help being aroused.
Darlene had her first orgasm while Laura was still whimpering and Gwen was still
placing more clothespins, adding some big ones to Darlene's cunt lips and
another zipper of miniature clothespins to the tender skin on the inside of each
of her thighs.
Tina had appeared seemingly from nowhere to begin torturing Jennifer. If they
had thought, the juniors would have realized that she was herding the freshmen
into the room. All eight freshmen were now at work, sucking nipples and
fingering slits.
Darlene and Jennifer soon discovered that the little clips didn't stop hurting.
There was no numbness, just constant biting that did become more tolerable with
time.
"Ah, Maria," Gwen and Lucy both leered as they approached the girl. "Last but
not least. Ready?" Gwen asked, working the jaws of plastic clips open and closed
in her hands. The girl looked terrified. She was gagged and couldn't even talk.
She almost fell several times, trying to back away with her legs forced wide
apart by the dowel spreader. The high heels chained to her feet didn't help her
balance, either.
"Maybe we ought to have some mercy here," Lucy suggested. "After all, she's been
ignored for so long. Maria, how about a deal? If you volunteer to stay in your
chains a little longer, maybe we won't use quite so many clothespins on you."
"And if you promise to be the class slut for the rest of the week, I might even
switch to wooden ones," Gwen added.
"With the jaws dipped in rubber so they don't hurt so bad," Lucy offered. "So,
do you volunteer to be the class slut? Promise?"
Looking at Darlene and Jennifer, both obviously in agony, Maria nodded
enthusiastically, agreeing to everything that Gwen and Lucy proposed, even
agreeing to perform cunnilingus on every woman in the school. "OK, then. Just
two on the nipples. Oh, we even weakened the springs some so it won't hurt as
bad."
Maria steeled herself for the pain, then wondered where the pain was as the
weakened springs and rubber coated jaws did little more than hug her hard
nipples firmly. It wasn't as hard as the nipple play with the other women during
their early classes. She relaxed in her bonds to watch the rest of the two
classes, realizing after a few minutes that the gentle squeeze of her weakened
clothespins was a special kind of torture. Her nipples throbbed. The pressure
was always there. It wasn't any harder than nipple play with fingers, but
fingers tire or move on or...
She shook and twisted, trying to dislodge the pins. Surely, with the springs
weakened, she could shake them off. But the liquid rubber added friction. They
were virtually stuck to the peaks of her breasts, pressing. Throbbing. Aching.
"You're allowed to scream," Gwen giggled as she took the loose ends of the cord
dangling from the strings of miniature clothespins down one side of Darlene and
up the inside of the same thigh. Lucy took hold of the other strings. "Ready?
One--two--THREE!"
And scream she did, the intensity of sensations as the two women backed away so
that one after the other, nearly a hundred clothespins pulled off her flesh,
leaving red marks and... Darlene came. She came again from the fingering when
the freshmen removed the clothespins from her labia and bashfully licked there.
And again when they sucked her nipples. And again for no reason at all except
that she was turned on like never before. And a few more times because the
freshmen were enthusiastic and damned good at what they were doing.
They prolonged Jennifer's torture, giving the strings little tugs that pulled
off only a few pins at a time. They left the zippers of miniature pins in place
and relieved the pressure on one nipple. As a freshman sucked blood back into it
and the sensations built, Gwen tugged again, just a few pins and Jennifer
exploded.
Laura, Wendy, and Kim were freed, alternately rubbing their nipples to ease the
throbbing and then pulling their hands away because their boobie caps were so
incredibly sensitive. They joined in the torture of Jennifer when Lucy herded
the freshmen back out.
Kaitlyn asked Gwen, "You do that on purpose, right? Confusing us. If you used
nipple clamps in the dungeon, we'd have been expecting it. Those guys are going
to get it in the dungeon again when it's their turn, right?"
"You got it," Gwen told her.
"But we do get to try the regular clamps, right?"
"Of course."
"Good. I can't wait."
