A Little Wager

She was well into another noisy climax by the time he'd started pushing a dart through the side of her other nipple. Figuring she didn't care about his being gentle by then, he just rammed it through the hole. He guessed her immediate, violent, hip thrust was more a result of renewed pleasure than pain.

Working quickly while she coped with all the sensations, he looped a slipknot around the first dart-turned-skewer and against her nipple then wrapped it around the metal shaft on the nub's opposite side. After tying it off, he tugged, lifting the dart shaft sideways and stretching her breast by her nipple and areola into a cone. He knew enough force would tear her tender flesh the same way yanking on a nipple ring would. Banking on that, he threw the loose end of the cord over the rafter, caught it when it fell, and pulled.

The tip of her breast stretched up toward the ceiling. He kept pulling until the mound's smooth underside was tight and he thought her nipple might give. The pierce hole was stretched wide enough to see through. He gauged when to stop by the growing timbre of her moan.

He gave her other nipple the same treatment, tying the cord around the dart on either side of her nipple and yanking her breast toward the rafter by the makeshift piercing before tying it off. While she did her best to hold herself up by the wrists to keep the tips of her breasts intact, he stuck three fingers inside her pussy. The vibrating egg pulled free with a quiet pop.

After tossing it to the floor, he spread her legs as wide as they'd go and filled his hands with her butt cheeks. He raked his fingernails across her smooth skin and crushed her bottom in his fingers as he lifted her up. The high-pitch of her whimpers dropped to a more relieved groan when the pressure on her tortured nipples lessened.

Her next sound was a confused mix of hot satisfaction and sharp pain as he lowered her slippery pussy down his cock while cruelly stretching her nipples again. Despite the torment, she was more than wet enough for him to slide in to the hilt. He ground his crotch against her with a satisfied groan. Still, even with her skewered tits once again bearing her weight—or maybe because of it—her groan sounded even more pleased than his.

Using her as a living fuck doll, he lifted her up and down, jack-hammering her pussy and making her tits into a pair of bellows. After a couple of minutes lifting her up and down, it became more exercise than he'd thought. He stopped lifting her and let her hang instead. Her tits stretched into cones, and her areolas looked like taffy in a puller.

Free from the burden of holding her up, he flexed his knees and lowered himself until only his cock's head was still inside her. Standing, he slammed into her with a wet slap, lifting her several inches before flexing down and ramming back up again. Too distracted by the brutal fucking to support herself, she whined as her dart-spit breasts rippled and her skewered nipples stretched dangerously.

By the fifth wet smack, his penis was tingling. She'd closed her eyes and settled into a cadence of throaty whimpers and moans. When he was only seconds away from coming and she sounded just as close, he grabbed the other two darts from where he'd tucked them behind his ears and rammed them straight up through the bottoms of her tightly stretched areolas. Her scream echoed through the room and her pussy crushed his cock as they both started to come. Barely able to keep his feet, he kept pounding into her. Sodden slaps joined her sounds echoing through the room. When it seemed as if her climax was starting to wane, he yanked the second two darts free with a vicious tug.

Her orgasm outlasted his by at least a full minute. Wrung dry, he let his spent cock slide out of her. After eventually climaxing herself out, she hung limply, too weak or too unconcerned to keep her punctured breasts from bearing more than their share of her weight. Leaving her nipples to their fate, he got the knife and dropped to his knees. Then, after grabbing more handfuls of her lush ass, he pulled her pussy to his face and assaulted it with his mouth.

Eating her out almost literally, he filled his mouth with her, probing deep with his tongue, sucking and nibbling on every dripping fold with voracious enthusiasm. Drained or not, she responded eagerly, pressing herself back against his mouth as he gouged her labia with his teeth and snagged the base of her throbbing clit between them.

Staring into her lower belly as he ate, he watched a single rivulet of blood from her punctured breasts trickle past her navel. It wound down until it broke up around her pubic hair and spread into a thin sheet of red around a forest of brown curls. He kept her clit trapped firmly in his teeth, loudly sucking up as much wet flesh around it as he could. Then he licked and beat the tender button mercilessly with his tongue. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes more before he could tell she was about to come again.

When she started the tell-tale, high pitched moan, he stood back up and slammed a bare thigh into her crotch, pressing it against her soaked pussy to keep her orgasm going. With her swollen, wet labia sliding against his leg, he nipped and sucked at her strained nipples, making her struggle and moan even more. After working her back into a hip-rolling groan, he sliced through the ropes that held her wrists and thighs.

She slid down his thigh, her pussy wet and warm. Her nipples strained and the metal threatened to split the speared tips as if they were butter. She screamed past the gag as another wave ripped through her body. At the last possible second, he sliced the cords. Pulled as tight as they were, the lines snapped up and slung through the air. Her tortured tits snapped back, bouncing wildly for the umpteenth time. Despite the agony, it had been the loudest orgasm of the evening -- and it was all hers.

When her orgasm started to slow, he slid her the rest of the way down his leg and lowered her to the floor. After she'd collapsed into a quivering heap, he brushed the hair from her face, stroking it until she stopped whimpering...and coming. Though his cock was sore, limp, and almost raw, it still started to swell at the sight of her gorgeous, naked body and beautiful, abused breasts.

Tearing his gaze from her tits, he brushed a sweat-soaked lock of hair from her face and looked at her eyes. Tired, tear-stained, and mascara-smeared, they looked back at him. She smiled weakly and managed a mischievous wink before settling into the carpet. She was asleep in just moments.

~~~

After letting him thoroughly massage her breasts with alcohol, she winced only a bit as she slipped a golden hoop through its abused little hole. The four small barbell balls were already snug in their cushions of battered, rose-colored wrinkles at her nipples' bases. "So, throw three for dinner?" Her voice was throaty and hoarse.

He looked up from buttoning his jeans, his brow raised. "Are you nuts or just a glutton for punishment?"

She slipped the second gold loop into place and swept three darts from the table and into her hand. "Are you scared I'll beat you?"

He shrugged and grabbed the other three. "It's your pocket book." He looked pointedly at her boobs. "Do I get dessert?"

Cupping her breasts, she examined the assortment of wounds before letting them drop with a pleasant bounce. "Sure. I'll even pay for the whipped cream...if you're up for it." She looked at his dartboard, now hanging in the same place she'd been just minutes before. "Boy's first."

Doing his best to ignore her as she bounced lightly on her toes to distract him, he threw three times in relatively quick succession. The darts thunked into the bristleboard one after another, two in the outer bull and one high in the double bull's eye.

"Outback's good for me. I don't want to break you," he said with a cocky grin.

She stepped up to the line and gauged the distance. Then, while absently shrugging a sleeve of her jacket up her free arm, she tossed her darts with the other. Each dart buried to the hilt all but dead center in the double bull for a perfect round. She pulled her jacket the rest of the way over her braless breasts then snatched up her purse and headed for the door.

"By the way..." She tapped her chest. "WDF World Cup champion four years running." She gave him her patented mischievous wink. "You ought to think about going pro. You're not half-bad." Pretending to ignore the look of surprise spread across his face as he realized he'd been conned, she moved toward the door. "Forget Outback. I was thinking Ruth's Chris. Filet minion, raw and bawlin'." Her fingers closed around the knob. "I'm going to go change. I'll meet you back here in thirty minutes."

She started out the door, but stopped and peeked playfully back in. "Oh, and you can still have dessert."