Reed reaches into his pocket and retrieves a thin chain of some kind; about a foot long, it features two metal clasps at the ends. As I watch, he fastens the clamps on my nipples, producing a constant ache. He takes a moment to enjoy the site of the chain dangling between my breasts, unashamed of the tent rising in his pants.
“How’s that feel?”
“How do you think it feels? It hurts,” I reply, looking down at my chest.
He wraps a finger around the chain connecting the clamps, then gives a light tug. The pull elicits a fresh surge of pain in my breasts, causing me to squeal loudly.
“Oh, we can’t have that,” Reed taunts, grabbing a piece of fabric and holding it up to my mouth. I press my lips together and shrink away, prompting Reed to yank at my nipple clamps harder. It’s too much pain for me to take, so I relent, opening my mouth. He stuffs the fabric in, filling my mouth until my cheeks bulge outward.
He steps away, making me think he’s done, but after a minute he comes back with a roll of tape. Moaning into the cloth, I hold still while he wraps the tape around my mouth and the back of my neck, making several passes. When he finishes, the tape muffles my moans so much I can barely hear them. He takes a small remote control from his pocket and flips a switch, activating the toy still lodged in my pussy.
“Now get back to work,” he says, patting my head.
“Mmph!” I grunt at him.
Doing as I’m told, I start sewing, but now the task is far more difficult. Assailed by both pleasure and pain, I have to battle every second to stay focused. I can hear the guards laughing at my plight, watching me as much as they can during their patrols. I groan at the irony that right now I’m providing a serious distraction — if only the women had some escape plan to implement, now would be a pretty good time. I turn to Reed beseechingly, hoping he’ll spring into action while there’s an opportunity. Instead, he turns up the toy’s power, enhancing the vibrations until I’m again closing in on an orgasm.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I fight the pressure building up. I want to hold it back, to keep working and help us make quota, but there’s nothing I can do — it all feels too good and it won’t stop. Howling into my gag, I let it all out. Climaxing so hard I feel lightheaded, I strain against my bonds. Rocking my hips, I squeeze down on the vibrator, giving in to my carnal need. I don’t stop until I feel afloat, lost in subspace.
“Okay, Quinn, that’s enough,” Reed says, shutting off the device. I inhale through my nose deeply, trying to catch my breath, barely aware of him unlocking my handcuffs. When I look around, I see all the women and guards are watching us.
“You’re being too distracting,” Reed continues. “I’m going to have to take you somewhere private, somewhere you can be punished without threatening everyone’s productivity.”
I don’t protest as he locks my arms behind my back and marches me out, but I do give Jacqueline and Amber a look. I hope they don’t get disciplined for this, but if they do, I hope they understand that it’s not my fault. Otherwise, I’ll never get through to them, and I may as well give up trying.
Chapter 18
Reed holds me against his body as we walk toward the dungeon. “Get those hands on my cock,” he whispers into my ear, pressing his hands into my waist. Moaning into my gag, I feel around his crotch. His cock is easy to find, hard and massive; I rub it as I move. My legs wobble, still weak from the orgasms I had before; if not for Reed’s firm grip, I could easily collapse.
He slams the dungeon door the second we’re inside, then lowers me to the ground, setting me down on my knees. Holding my hair with one hand, he finds the edge of the tape around my mouth and starts peeling it off. His hand goes around and around, removing the layers until he gets it all. Yanking my head back, he pulls the wadded up fabric from my mouth. With just one hand he loosens his belt, unzips his pants and pulls out his member.
“You ever suck a cock?” he asks.
“No,” I grunt.
“You’re going to learn.”
He presses his tip up to my lips until I open up. Tasting the salt of his skin, I take in his head and suck on it as hard as I can.
“Not so fast, slut. You have to get it in deep first.”
My face burns from embarrassment, but I do as instructed, attempting to get his shaft to sink in farther. It’s so thick, it’s not easy, and my jaw quickly aches from being forced open so wide. His length makes me shudder, imagining trying to take it all in at once — how could I possibly do that? The whole situation overwhelms me, and I start to cough from choking.
Reed withdraws immediately, holding me close. “You’re okay, pet. You’re fine. This is normal. You’ve got to practice pretty hard to suppress the gag instinct.”
Yeah, I bet you’d like that.
He gives me a minute to recover, then holds his rod out again, ready for me to serve. I take him in again, this time going as deep as I can right away. He groans in surprised bliss, smiling. Looking up, I make eye contact; he must like that because his head twitches inside my mouth, practically throbbing. I don’t know what it is about performing this act — one I’ve always considered degrading — that makes me want to please him. For some reason, the idea of him getting off because of me gives me a rush of ecstasy and need. My pussy clenches hungrily, wishing I could have his cock in there instead of my mouth.
Gaining confidence, I seal my lips and suck. Reed begins thrusting, driving himself in and out, using my mouth for his pleasure. His hot shaft rubs against my tongue, filling me with even greater desire. I would come in an instant if he just reached down and fingered my sopping chasm, or just turned the vibrator in my pussy back on. Thinking about it, desperate for my reward, I suck until I feel his hot seed spray inside my mouth.
He pulls out, stroking his cock to shoot out a little spray onto my breasts. Wrapped up in serving him, I’ve forgotten about the clamps. When I look, Reed pops both of them off at the same time, then rubs my pinched nipples. Sensation returns to them with a flood of agony, and I let out a scream so loud there’s no way they didn’t hear me back in the workshop.
“That was… great,” Reed says, drawing in a deep breath. “And don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. I could tell.”
“Screw you,” I mutter. Mortified, I slump back onto my heels. My knees ache from the hard floor, and I could use some relief.
“Excuse me?” Reed replies, dragging me over to one of the dungeon’s tables, this one padded with black, nylon cushions.