Breaking Jen (Redux)

That was an important moment.

Her concern about whatever her punishment was, had now clearly taken second place to that all-consuming desire.

Her frantic mind, and her overloaded body just wanted to come now.

"It's time...she's real close...we need to act quick." Tracy said to me and I nodded back.

Neither of us were concerned about Jen hearing our words. She was just too far gone and her impending orgasm was inevitable now.

"Keep teasing her cunt while I start working on her tits." Tracy informed me as she tossed me the riding crop.

I happily resumed the pussy tease while Tracy rose up from her position on Jen's face. She got up off the bed, went to the bedside table, and then started to collect the vital items she would need for her first lesson.

A small needle.

A tiny stainless-steel nipple ring.

A hand-full of ice-cubes from the ice bucket she had brought in earlier.

"Jesus girl, I'm definitely gonna be riding that tongue of yours some more later on."

"Wh-what's gonna happen to me." Jen finally stammered.

"Oh, something fun....don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." She replied.

Tracy then knelt beside Jen on that bed and laid out the items she had collected on the mattress next to her.

"Just keep swatting her clit and keep her all hot."

"Oh don't worry. I've got it all covered, just be ready when I pull the trigger on her orgasm." I countered.

"God...I..I can't control it." The now hysterical girl cried.

"We can see that," I told her before making the situation a little more clear to her. "You know we are gonna make you come. You know that you can't stop it. You will climax precisely when we mean you to, and no sooner."

Tracy then grabbed a firm hold of Jen's right breast before yanking at the thin lace of her push-up bra. The flimsy fabric tore immediately exposing a small and perfect nipple that was still red from being swatted with the crop.

"Oh god it's perfect. She's gonna look so pretty after tonight." Tracy couldn't help but say.

"I don't understand.....Please just tell me what's gonna happen." Jen pleaded.

Two things did happened to her at that moment.

The first was me discarding the crop and then using my fingers to grind fast circles into the thin wet material just above her clit.

The second was the sudden feeling of Tracy running a cold ice-cube over her exposed right nipple.

The still blindfolded Jen began to shudder violently. She was still fighting, but it was a battle she was about to lose spectacularly.

Tracy continued to slide the ice-cube of the right nipple and it was now stiffer and harder than i'd ever seen it.

For the first time I saw her pick up the tiny piercing needle and place it directly beside Jen's nipple, poised and ready to strike.

"We got her dancing on the edge. As soon as you pull the trigger she's gonna come like a freight train." Tracy informed me.

"Okay...get ready." I replied.

Jen was so close to her first orgasm that it would only take the smallest of acts to send her over that edge now. I had that little detail well under control.

Without the slightest warning I grabbed one of the ice cubes from the bucket and then yanked Jen's thong to one side.

I pushed the cold hard ice cube deep into her hot pussy in one firm push and her reaction was an almost animal like, raspy grunt.

A few seconds later she sucked in a sharp breath of air through her clenched teeth before virtually shouting a few final words.

"OH SHIT...CAN'T STOP IT...OH FUCK!"

I knew right then that my next action would be the one that would set her off.

I leaned in, closed my lips around her throbbing pussy and then suddenly, and without mercy, attacked her clit with my tongue.

Her body bucked uncontrollably and a moment later, a massive and violent orgasm tore through her. Just as it reached it's peak, Tracy struck with efficiency and pierced her right nipple in a movement that took only milliseconds.

I'm not sure how to describe what happened next. Jen paused for a split second as her body went rigid. A few moments later her screaming sounded more like a wild animal.

Her body convulsed as the shock of something new and unexpected seemed to multiply her orgasm ten-fold.

With the skill of a practiced professional, Tracy quickly slid a nipple ring into the piercing and fastened it tight.

Jen just went into some kind of primal trance as her overloaded mind attempted to re-boot itself.

Her breathing was staccato and rapid. She began to pant like a dog for a while before her rate slowed and returned to normal.

"Tell me what just happened." I questioned her.

"Oh god..I came...I've never come so fuckin hard like that."

"Oh yeah babygirl, you just had one of the biggest orgasms I've seen in a long time." Tracy added.

"So.......so I guess you're gonna punish me now huh." she replied still out of breath.

Tracy and I looked at each other and almost laughed.

"You tell her." She said unable to hide her satisfaction.

I walked up to the bed and started to explain.

"We already have punished you. We did it the moment you came."

Hell I wasn't surprised at all that her overloaded body couldn't tell pleasure from pain. When you're having an orgasm that intense, someone could hit you over the head with a hammer and you probably wouldn't feel it.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Jen replied.

I took off her blind-fold and simply said. "Look for yourself."

She squinted a little as her eyes adjusted to light once more. She looked around, plainly confused before she looked down at her own body.

Her arms and legs were still spread wide by the ropes at her wrists and ankles, and her body was now coated by a thin film of glistening sweat.

Right away she saw that the right cup of her bra had been torn open. A second later she saw her own very red and very stiff right nipple was exposed.

Suddenly her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in shock as she comprehended the nature of her punishment for the first time.

A shining, sliver ring was attached to that freshly pierced and stiff little nipple.

"No no no,....what have you done....what the fuck have you done to me you fucking cunt!"

It was Tracy that Jen was shouting at then. She understood fully what she had been up to now and she was just plain furious.

"What....you don't like your new jewellery?" Tracy replied.

"You had no right...no fucking right to do that...both of you."

It was me that spoke next.

"Oh but we had every right, and if you come for us two more times, we'll do it again and again."

"Don't you let that fucking whore come near me, or I'll make her pay....I swear......." Jen was stopped in mid sentence by a sudden, hard slap across the face from Tracy.

"Listen to me you little cunt, you clearly need to be punished so don't you dare speak to me like that ever again. I know all about you...I know what you did to him. There's only one whore in this room, and I'm staring at her!"

Jen's expression changed from intense anger to almost shock when she heard those words. As the moments passed, she began to look much more forlorn than outraged.

It was at least twenty seconds before she made any kind of attempt at a response.

I was almost frightened of what she'd say when she turned her face away from Tracy and toward me.

What she said then was hard for me to hear. I wasn't prepared for it. It took me back to a forgotten time that I had tried so hard to erase from my mind.

"Listen.....I know I was terrible to you, I do know that.

I know I hurt you so very bad with what I did back then. If this is about revenge then I'm sorry. Please, you have to believe that.

Part of the reason I came here was to make it right."

I searched for the right response and found that I had none to give.

It really was the longest time before I could think of any words at all.

"You can't begin to know what those things did to me. There's just no way I can put into words what happened after that.....but this isn't just about revenge, there's so much more to it."

"Then please just tell me what it's about." Jen replied. All the anger in her seemed to have drained away now.

"You have to understand. Your actions have consequences. Someone had to teach you that lesson. Every climax tonight will come with a lasting reminder, but you will be a better person afterward."

Jen just stared blankly for a moment. I could see tears welling in her eyes and I hadn't expected that.

"Fuck....I really did a number on you didn't I....The things I did....I know how much you loved me....I just wasn't ready."

"That didn't give you the right to do any of those things. But, It's all ancient history now....I got over it eventually," I countered.

"No....no you didn't....I can see that now, and I'm so sorry......Christ, maybe I really do deserve all this."

There was another long pause before she added.

"That sweet caring man you used to be.......I killed him......didn't I."

I didn't answer.

There was hurt in her eyes now. Genuine hurt. Things were starting to take a turn that I couldn't control and that scared me more than a little.

"Okay have I missed something? What the fuck just happened here?" Tracy interrupted. It was Jen who replied to her then.

"So tell me, what's supposed to happen next?"

"Pretty simple really," she began "The next climax and we do your other nipple, the one after that is the big finale."

"Which is?"

"We give the hood of your clit a nice little sliver stud. It's gonna look real pretty."

The room was silent. I could see something going on behind Jen's misty eyes and I could tell she was conflicted about so many things now.

The next words out of her mouth were unexpected. It was a response that neither of us had anticipated.

"Then do it. I won't fight either of you anymore."

We were both a little lost for words and it was Tracy who eventually broke the silence.

"It's not that fucking simple. If you think I'm just gonna give you a couple of piercings and then watch you walk out the door then you are sadly mistaken."

"No, that's not what I meant." Jen replied.

"Then what did you mean." I said.

She looked directly into my eyes as she answered.

"You can punish me. Fuck me. Make me your whore. Make me please the both of you in whatever way you want. I'll do it, and when you make me come, you can give me another permanent reminder just like the first one."

Tracy and I looked at each other. I could see the wheels spinning in her head as she attempted to deal with this new development.

"The thought of what we might do to you doesn't scare you any more?" I asked.

"It scares the fuck out of me.....I'm petrified by all of this."

"Jesus, a couple more piercings really scares you that much? Tracy asked.

"No..that's not it."

"Then you had better spill it." I replied.

Jen broke eye contact, and instead just stared down at the silver ring now attached to her nipple. The next words out of her mouth were so quiet that they were almost inaudible.

"I..I never came like that before. The things you did to me...the things you made me do........"

Tracy's own response was immediate.

"Oh shit girl..I get it now," she continued, "It never felt that good before huh. That's what's got you all scared."

Jen was silent but Tracy was only just beginning.

"Being punished and treated like shit. Eating pussy and moaning like a dirty bitch....knowing that your man was watching the whole time...you fuckin loved every second....didn't you."

"Uhhh huuh." Jen confessed.

Tracy was far from done. I'd seen that look in her eyes before. She seemed to have just grasped something vitally important and she was going to pursue it no matter what.

"That tongue of yours...damn girl, you definitely got a gift for it."

She sat next to Jen, placed a hand under her chin, and then gently raised her face so that their eyes met.

"The feel of another girl riding your face for the first time. The taste of her on your lips....once you have that feeling inside you it never goes away."

"That's what scares me." Jen replied softly.

Tracy already had a reply waiting.

"Aww honey you're seeing it all wrong, you really are so lucky you met me. That talented mouth of yours is going to be buried deep in all kinds of pussy real soon."

She leaned in close and virtually whispered her next words.

"Just imagine it....eating out the gym teacher in her office while the head cheer-leader finger-bangs your tight little snatch."

Jen exhaled hard and her eyes burned, but she didn't reply.

"Aww shit girl. The mental image of that one just made you wet your panties all over again huh."

Tracy kissed her lightly on the forehead before continuing to almost whisper....."You know I have so many dirty girl-friends that would just love to role-play that one out with you. God the next few weeks are gonna be so much fun."

Tracy now stepped away from the bed.

We both moved to the far side of the room, and after making sure Jen couldn't hear us, we began to discuss what we had just seen and heard.

"She's scared to death alright, but not of us...but...if it's any consolation I just succeeded in fucking up your ex's head even worse than she fucked up yours."

I was deeply disturbed by what Tracy had just said. I really had intended to make Jen a better person through all of this.

"That's not what I was after at all....Look, If you've figured out something I haven't, then you had better tell me what it is." I replied.

"Think about it.....In the space of a few hours she found out that she's a total slut who gets off on pain so bad that it makes her come....and that ain't even the biggest problem she's dealing with right now."

"Which is?" I pressed.

"You can't fake what I saw in her eyes. At the very least she is bi-sexual. Either she had no idea or she resisted it....but...she definitely knows it now and it's fucking her head up real bad."

"Look I can tell you for sure she's not a full-blown lesbian. The things we got up to in the past make me pretty damn certain of that." I countered.

"You know that, and even I know that.....but she doesn't anymore. She's scared to death that she's turning into a dyke, but she doesn't want to stop it either."

"Jesus this isn't what I had in mind at all."

"Aww relax hun. There's an easy solution to her problem...you are about to make her the happiest girl on earth. I fucked her head up real good for you...... and now, it's up to prince charming to straighten it out.....in every sense."

I instantly understood then what Tracy had been up to. That girl really had just taken the art of manipulation to a whole new level. I was truthfully in awe of her at that moment.

"Oh Jesus, you are one twisted, fucked up, evil genius. You know that right?"

"Aww baby...that's why we make such a good team.....but next time just tell me the truth about what's going on inside that head of yours...assuming you even know it yourself."

I gave her a puzzled look then. "Okay you've lost me."

"Aww fuck...you really don't know? Jesus that's fuckin ironic." Tracy seemed very pleased that she could see something I couldn't, but to be honest, it just frustrated the hell out of me.

"Look enough of the fucking games. Just say what's on your mind." I shot back.

"You know, you really are adorable when you're angry."

The look I gave her then told her that I was on the verge of slapping her hard. She began to explain.

"Despite all that's happened you clearly still love the little slut. Don't even try to argue on this one."

I didn't respond and Tracy just filled that silence.

"And if you had really listened to any of what she just said, then you'd know that the crazy bitch still loves you too."

What she had just said resonated within me in a way that I didn't like at all. I had pulled acts like this with Tracy on maybe a dozen girls. Always I was able to keep the emotional distance that was necessary to make it all happen.

But....I was compromised now, and Tracy knew it.

"Assuming that's true, and I'm not saying it is, then what do you propose we do now."

Tracy just smiled before giving the situation the kind of clarity that I needed.

"You heard what she said. She wants us to do it...hell, she even wants us to punish her too. So....we give her what she wants."

"Same plan as before?" I replied.

"No.....we go hard and mean and we go together.

You're gonna give that princess the kind of fucking the nasty little whore deserves. She's begging for it. Her mind is so screwed up right now that any pleasure she gets from a man is gonna feel like salvation."

"And you?" I asked.

"Oh I've come very prepared."

I recalled that shopping bag full of sex toys Tracy had brought. I knew they weren't simply for show. I was in no doubt she fully intended to use them all.

"Babygirl is about to have the filthiest girl-on-girl sex you've ever seen."

I thought for a moment before saying. "Okay, it's a solid plan. We go hard and dirty and we go together. By the time we meet in the middle she won't know which is which."

"Exactly, she'll be a different girl by then." Tracy replied.

We broke from our huddle then and approached the foot of the bed. We stood beside each other, both unified in purpose, and both ready to act.

I was the first to speak.

"We agree to your proposition, but just because you want this doesn't mean we are going to play nice or fair...in fact...we intend to be extremely unfair."

"That's okay...I..I understand." Jen was already breathless. She scanned the both of us up and down with her eyes. Eventually she just locked that gaze on Tracy, and to be honest, if I was her I probably would have done the same thing.

Standing there in a corset, g-string and shiny black knee-high boots, Tracy just looked like someone's dark and wicked fantasy brought to life.

"We're gonna leave you tied up for now. You're perfect just the way you are for what we have in mind next." I informed Jen.

Tracy spoke to me then.

"Please don't think I'm being anti-social or anything, but this next part will go a lot better if I face the wall."

"Hey It's not a total loss, at least I'll get a killer view of your ass when I fuck her." I replied.

I knew right away what she had in mind. We had pulled this particular little move more than once before, and the results had always been spectacular.

Tracy walked with a deliberate slowness to the side of the bed and Jen's eyes tracked her every move.

In an impressive and erotically charged performance, she then hooked both thumbs underneath the thin elastic waistband of her g-string and began to shimmy her hips. She eased that tiny black triangle of lace down her body ever so delicately until it fell to her ankles.

A neatly trimmed strip of dark hair was revealed when her crotch was finally exposed. The faint glint of a silver stud attached the hood of her clitoris could also be seen clearly now. It was the exact same type of piercing that Jen was destined to receive later on.

She acted quickly after that. Moments later she was kneeling on the bed beside Jen who, by now, seemed to be almost panting with a kind of nervous fear.

After that, she simply swung one of her legs over the shaking girl's body and then moved further up her torso until she was straddling her face.

She had her back to me now as she grabbed hold of the iron headboard for support. She just let her bare crotch hover an inch or two over Jen's mouth in an act of almost torture.

Although Jen's face was obscured to me, I still had the best view of her silky wet crotch as those ropes at her ankles continued to stretch her legs wide apart.

Her slutty red high heels were still firmly strapped to her feet and her thigh-high stockings still perfectly in place.