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Oh, how he loved how Claire squirmed chained to the wall, forced to stand on her tiptoes and her statuesque legs spread wide. His threat was quite clear, as he named her punishment for her little outburst and for the marks her claws had left on his arms. Damn but did this vivacious young redhead look so delectable standing here on her tiptoes, the turn of her calves, her heart shaped firm ass so inviting, as she hung there displayed to perfection.



"Please don't! I-I...no one has...I've never had..." She swallowed.

Fuck.

"I've only done butt plugs!" She managed to squeeze that out. As Batard’s thumbs spread the firm supple cheeks of Claire’s ass. He was delighted, because for all practical purposes, Miss Claire Sutton was and anal virgin. And her next little outburst proved it.

"I've never had anyone...there, before. Please, I'll...fuck, I'll do anything!"

Claire was panicking, the words, the promises, tumbled form her moist ripe lips, The desperation just leapt from her without any thought whatsoever, damn but he loved it.

“Well then its high time Miss Sutton that you learn to please a man with that sweet ass of yours.”

Jean Batard was many things, but merciful was not one of them. He loved the way Claire’s gorgeous young body twisted and squirmed against him even as his thumbs spread the firm cheeks of her ass wider. His body pinned the young redhead to the tile wall, and the tip of his cock pressed to her puckered anus.

“Such a tight little ass Miss Sutton, Those butt plugs must have been quite small my dear.”

Then with one flex of his hips and the tip of his cock slipped pass the ring of Clair’s anus to enter her virgin ass. Oh, there would be pain and humiliation for this ravishing young redhead but Jean looked forward to Clair’s first anal orgasm, with a little aid from his talented fingers.

Soon Batard was ponding into Claire Sutton’s virgin ass. Each powerful thrust had her breasts and nipples pressed and rolled to the chilled tile wall. His hand would come down from time to time on her firm young ass in a sharp slap.

“Come on Miss Sutton wiggle that ass of yours girl.”

At other times his fingers would tease and excite her throbbing clit. Clair Sutton was learning what it was to be Jean Batard’s sex slave. For his part Claire’s agony would not ease until she begged him to fuck her virgin ass harder.

 

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“Well then its high time Miss Sutton that you learn to please a man with that sweet ass of yours.”

Claire froze and whimpered, "Oh no, please don't. Please don't! I'm begging you!"

She felt him press against her anus, the pressure acting as a warning for what was to come.

“Such a tight little ass Miss Sutton, Those butt plugs must have been quite small my dear.”

A tear rolled down her cheek as her free hand clenched into a fist that began banging against the wall, "No, no, no, no, no!"

She gasped and then cried out as his cock breeched her tight ring, "Oh!"

A harsh, mighty sob escaped her as the pain of being split open hit her and knocked the breath from her. Water is a god awful lubricant, it did not escape Claire's notice that Jean hadn't used anything else because it burned like hellfire. The violation was secondary only to the pain and she desperately tried to breathe, tried to adjust, tried to manage that pain.

He buried himself in her and then he started to thrust and Claire shuddered with the sensation. Her ring burned but the rest didn't and as she tried to make sense of the sensations - he added more. He began to smack her ass here and there. It was difficult not to buck against him or pull away so it was almost as if she was matching him because he forced her to.

“Come on Miss Sutton wiggle that ass of yours girl.”

She brought her fist hard against the wall, "No!"

Claire was absolutely determined not to give him anything he wanted but when he reached around and started manipulating her still very sensitive clit, she felt all her resolve waver. He continued slowly fucking her and she felt the warmth rise, the coil in her belly tighten and her pulse started racing again. She would grind against his hand until he took it away again.

"Oh god! Why are you doing this?!" She gasped after he spanked her again, "What do you get out of this?!"

She couldn't understand why he wasn't just fucking her for his own pleasure. It felt like some bizarre kind of torture. She whined without meaning to as he touched her clit again and pulled against her bonds, her leg muscles were starting to feel like jelly.

"Oh..." She whispered as her legs trembled and she collapsed onto her flat feet, burying herself hard on his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" She cried out, it felt so good in some obscene way that shouldn't have.

But it wasn't enough to tip her over the edge, she needed him to just...

"Please! Please just fuck me harder!" Claire gasped out, she was just reacting entirely out of her need for the orgasm he had taunted her with for so long.

 

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“Well then its high time Miss Sutton that you learn to please a man with that sweet ass of yours.” Claire froze and whimpered, "Oh no, please don't. Please don't! I'm begging you!"

How adorable the chained little redhead begged not to be defiled in such a way and yet as she was bound and defenseless there wasn’t much else she could do. Batard had already taught the ravishing young beauty that resistance only brought her pain. A tear rolled down Claire Sutton’s cheek as her free hand clenched into a fist that began banging against the wall, "No, no, no, no, no!"

Her little protest pleased Jean, where was the fun if Claire gave in to soon. She gasped and then cried out as his cock breeched her tight ring, "Oh!" A harsh, mighty sob escaped her as the pain of being split open hit her and knocked the breath from her.

“Come on Miss Sutton wiggle that ass of yours girl

She brought her fist hard against the wall, "No!"

What fire, what spirit, Clair Sutton was magnificent in her denial of his will. Yet Batard knew it was only a matter of time before she would give in to his will, Claire Sutton was not the first young beauty to fall into his hands.

"Oh god! Why are you doing this?!" She gasped after he spanked her again, "What do you get out of this?!"

“Because I can Miss Sutton. What do I get out of it…………the pleasure of hearing you scream and beg so sweetly .” Again, his hand came down on her firm, now, hot little ass as he pounded into her buttery depts and toyed with Claire’s clit. Slowly, step by step things began to change.

"Oh..." She whispered as her legs trembled and she collapsed onto her flat feet, burying herself hard on his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" She cried out. The way her soft eyes went so wide the fragrance of her sweet musky arousal told Batard that filling Claire tight little ass so fully somehow it felt so good to Claire in some obscene way that shouldn't have. Claire Sutton had fallen as she now begged, "Please! Please just fuck me harder!" Claire gasped out.

“Of course, Miss Sutton………… now be a good girl Miss Sutton and wiggle that pretty little ass of yours girl and tell me how you love being fucked in the ass.”

He did not stop but did as Clair had asked and fucked her virgin ass harder The pain of being fucked in the ass, the way his hand came down on her heart shaped ass, and the obscene pleasure of his finger teasing and pleasing her traitorous clit combined into one over powering sensation and brought the young redhead to the brink of that abyss where she could almost grasp that dark pleasure her young body now hungered for. All it would cost young Miss Sutton would be a little embarrassment and a touch of humiliation as she bent to his will and shake her pretty little ass as he had commanded her to.

If not there was a little toy at hand a vibrator on a stand that would tease and excite her clit till Claire passed out from sexual ecstasy. If she did not bend then Miss Claire Sutton would learn that that pleasure could become very painful.

 

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“Of course, Miss Sutton………… now be a good girl Miss Sutton and wiggle that pretty little ass of yours girl and tell me how you love being fucked in the ass.”

Claire didn't have a moment to really think over what he was telling her to do because he started fucking her harder, the thrusts were more powerful and she was practically slamming into the wall. Her moans started to increase in volume, she was done trying to hold them back now.

"Oh god..." She wheezed out, her nails clawing at the cold tile before her.

She had started thrusting back against him too, meeting him in desperation for the building orgasm climbing inside of her. She did her best to wiggle her ass, she wasn't quite sure why she was doing what he asked. It was just some primitive part of her brain telling her to comply in order to get what she wanted.

"I love...love it..." She felt humiliated at the edge of her reasoning capabilities but it no longer held her back, "I love being...fu-ucked in the ass!" She gasped mid sentence, his thrust punctuating her words.

Her moans became quite strangled, desperate, animalistic and demonic almost. She was deep in potentially the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. Claire was barely holding on, she'd have collapsed if she wasn't cuffed to the wall with Jean driving into her. Her muscles all but liquified and she came hard, screaming. Her vision blurred under the crushing force of the wave that took her, her body shaking violently as it rolled through her in relentless pulses.

 

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Batard was pleased as Miss Claire Sutton began to bend to his will. It started with her staggered moan and gasped, "Oh god..." her nails clawing at the cold tile before her. And her hips, as if they had a mind of their own, began thrusting back to meet Jean’s powerful thrusts into her ravaged young ass.

"I love...love it..." even as the words slipped passed her parched lips Claire blushed crimson. "I love being...fu-ucked in the ass!" She gasped mid-sentence, his thrust punctuating her words.

When Claire Sutton was allowed to cum it was nothing like any orgasm she had ever had. It shook the young redhead to her very core and left her hanging from her cuffed hands. Her screams of ecstasy from such an obscene act warmed Jean Batard’s black hearted soul.

“That’s a good girl Miss Sutton….” Jean almost lovingly patted her firm little ass. He was still buried deep in the young redhead’s defiled ass. “………but we are not through just yet Miss Sutton." For what seemed like an eternity Batard continued to fuck Claire Sutton ringing an unwanted series of orgasms form her supple young body, each one building on the one before it creating a tidal wave that racked her supple young body, before he let her down.

As Claire slumped to the floor, her leash still tied, her leather collar began to choke her. Batard watched the gorgeous young redhead’s struggles as her angelic face turned scarlet before he released Claire Sutton’s leash, the young beauty gasping for breath, laying prostrate at his feet. “What a good little girl you are Miss Sutton! You must be hungry you have had a very active morning.”

Batard gave Claire’s leash a little tug. Had the stunning young redhead learned her lesson and follow him meekly or was her stiff neck pride yet to be truly bent to his will.

 

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After that first orgasm, Claire let herself believe Jean would be satisfied but she realised as she built to the next one that it wouldn't be the case. Every nerve ending had become oversensitive and hyper stimulated, it didn't take much to force another orgasm from her...and then another. Her skin was flushed and she was panting like a dehydrated dog. She was crying even though she wasn't sad - it was more that she'd just lost control of another aspect of her body. She was depleted in short order and she would have complied with almost anything to make it stop. A strange kind of torture.

She wanted to beg but she couldn't form words anymore, her voice box only seemed to pump out strained cries of pleasure but Claire thought they sounded pained. Or perhaps that was just because of how she was feeling.

Her muscles were so fatigued that the only thing holding her up was the restraints and Jean himself. She didn't even feel him cum though he most certainly had - deep inside her. When he finally released her, she collapsed and began to choke herself having forgotten the collar and leash, neither of them seemed to matter because she couldn't get her floppy muscles to comply and aid her. She gasped and sucked in huge amounts of air when he finally released her.

“What a good little girl you are Miss Sutton! You must be hungry you have had a very active morning.”

She felt the tug at her neck indicating Jean wanted her to follow him and she had to make herself move. She couldn't take anymore, her mons and clitoris were swollen and soaked. Jean's cum was leaking down her ass slowly and dripping onto her thighs. She felt completely ruined and in desperate need of sleep. She'd have slept on the tiled floor if he let her.

She groaned and pushed herself up from the floor. Her entire frame was trembling, shaking, all over. But she followed Jean anyway without even knowing where the will to do so came from. She moved slowly but she moved nonetheless.

 

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“What a good little girl you are Miss Sutton! You must be hungry you have had a very active morning.”

Batard waited impatiently and gave young Miss Sutton’s leash several sharp tugs. Claire groaned and pushed herself up from the floor. Her entire frame was trembling, shaking, all over. But she followed Jean anyway, she moved slowly but she moved, nonetheless.

For the first time Batard led the spent young beauty into a warm room. The walls were of oak, a fire danced on the hearth, and there was a table set with all kinds of culinary delights. Jean took a seat before the heath at the table. He turned to Claire.

“You must be hungry Miss Sutton. I loved how you were such a pleasing young lady……….in the end………..” He gave a wicked little laugh. “……….As I fucked your sweet young ass.”

Batard took up the slack in Claire’s leash her collar once more choking her. “How many guys have fucked you tight little ass Miss Sutton.” He held the leash tight as she once more choked. Then he let the leash go slack again leaving Claire gasping for breath.

“Well Miss Sutton?”

Batard held out a piece of meat to Claire between his fingertips. “Eat Miss Sutton, you’ll need your strength.”

Jean Batard smiled wickedly down into the young redhead’s soft, sad, eyes as he waved the morsel of food before her like he was offering it to a favored pet.

“Eat my dear!”

There was no doubting the note of command in Batard’s voice.

 

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Claire wasn't completely conscious of how naked she was until Jean led her into a warm room. It looked quite classic and as inviting as an lounge area she'd ever been in. In the sterile room and bathroom, it had been easier to ignore her nudity and feel as though she were in a dungeon but here, it seemed so much more out of place. She shivered and covered her arms, rubbing the opposite one with her hands - the temperature definitely didn't cause it.

Jean sat and Claire knelt next to him, she told herself at least he could see less of her this way. It was less exposed. The thought didn't help her much. Especially as he laughed and talked about her so brazenly, she became busy inspecting the carpet in no time flat because she didn't want to look at him and have him see how humiliated she was.

It didn't seem to please him enough, Claire never saw him take up the slack in the leash and pull. She looked straight up at him as she choked and grabbed at the leash, trying to pull it so she could breathe again. He let it go and she dragged in painful buckets of air.

“How many guys have fucked you tight little ass Miss Sutton.”

She couldn't answer because he pulled the leash again and her eyes watered. Her eyes pleaded with him in silence until he let go and she gasped as if she'd run a marathon.

“Well Miss Sutton?”

"You!" Her voice sounded raspy, "Just you."

At the least he seemed satisfied enough to move on from choking her. Moments later, Claire wondered if she wished he had because he held food out to her on his fingertips as if she were a dog. Her eyes glanced from the food to his face and back again as if to say 'you're not serious'. Because the way he was holding it seemed to intend he expected her to take it with her mouth, not her hands.

“Eat my dear!”

She flinched as he barked at her and whimpered in soft resignation as she opened her mouth to take the meat. She chewed it with utter disgust, barely tasting it at all and she dropped her head to do so. Becoming intimately familiar with the carpet fibers as she stared at them.

After she swallowed it, she finally got up the courage to ask, "Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted, fulfilled your little...fantasies." She spat the last word as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.

 

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Batard was pleased for the moment as Claire sank to her knees at his side. The stunning young redhead’s eyes were demurely lowered. Her very position tended to shield her delicious young body from Batard’s view. Claire Sutton shivered but Jean knew it was not from cold. She was exhausted nearly spent from the demands he had placed, not only on her gorgeous young body, but the mental strain he had subjected Claire to.

Though this warm cheery room provided a respite for the distraught young redheaded beauty the shadow of what Batard would demand of Claire next was a silent specter over her young life. Its caress came first as a question, a question that demanded and answer.

“How many guys have fucked you tight little ass Miss Sutton.”

The leash, the chocking collar, the fight for breathe again demanding Claire Sutton answer.

"You!" Her voice sounded raspy, "Just you."

Clair’s gasped answer seemed to please Batard, a twisted smile bowed his lips, as he held out the morsel food for her to eat from his fingers like a dog. The young redhead whimpered in soft resignation as she opened her mouth to take the meat and blushed scarlet in humiliation. Claire Sutton bent once more to Batards will.

"Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted, fulfilled your little...fantasies."

The last few words Claire Sutton spat at him her flagging courage raising its head once more. So, her firry spirt had not been broken just merely bent for the moment.

“Why Miss Sutton we are just getting to know each other…………….It is way to early to let you leave my dear.”

Batard caressed Claire’s flawless cheek with the back of his hand.

“So, Miss Sutton how many men have you taken to your bed and into that gorgeous young body of yours?”

Jean shortened Claire’s leash just until the collar began to bite into her neck, just enough that she could struggle to breathe but not enough to chock her. A harsh reminder for her to answer quickly and to tell him the truth or else.

 

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“Why Miss Sutton we are just getting to know each other…………….It is way to early to let you leave my dear.”

Claire felt the shred of hope inside her flame out and pulled her face slightly from his hand as he stroked her cheek. Her whole body ached, any part of her that wasn't swollen, stinging, bruised or torn was battered and sore. It was the day after the most rigorous gym workout she'd ever had in her life. She was too exhausted to consider escape and she wondered idly if that was by design.

“So, Miss Sutton how many men have you taken to your bed and into that gorgeous young body of yours?”

She'd have considered a biting retort were it not for the tightening of the collar at her throat. She gripped at it, trying to loosen it and looked up at him, her face blazing with humiliation and ire.

"A few." She told him hoarsely, "Why do you care? Worried about the body count of someone you kidnapped? A little late don't you think?"

She swallowed and boldly asked, "Who are you?"

She needed to know, she'd already guessed it was someone she'd spoken to online but she'd spoken to many people online and couldn't be sure what he knew about her. Claire wasn't sure it was actually useful information at that point or why it mattered but that level of curiosity was simply human nature she supposed. She'd essentially been fucked by a stranger in her mind and that was definitely a first. The whole day was a new level of 'firsts'.

 

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When Batard told the redheaded beauty that it was way too early to let her leave as he mockingly called Claire My Dear.” He saw the flame of hope in her clear eyes fade and die. Yet that was not the only humiliation that Jean Batard had planned for the gorgeous young beauty as he casually asked, “So, Miss Sutton how many men have you taken to your bed and into that gorgeous young body of yours?

Batard had seen Claire Sutton’s temper flare, he saw how she longed to make a biting retort were it not for Batard tightening of the collar at her throat. He laughed as Claire gripped at it, trying to loosen it and Claire looked up at him, her face blazing with humiliation and ire. Yet the helplessness of her situation was all too clear.

"A few. Why do you care? Worried about the body count of someone you kidnapped? A little late don't you think?"

“No not at all Miss Sutton it is I just prefer that the girl I am about to fuck is nice and tight.”

Again, he tightened the grip on Claire’s leash, the tightness around her slender throat, a silent warning to still any outburst.

“I am sure you would like to know who I am Miss Sutton……….” Batard let his voice trail off. “………….as I am about to know you very intimately my dear, I shall tell you, I am……….your Master, the one you have longed for.”

A tug on her leash brings the exhausted young redhead to her feet. Batard led Claire to a bear skin rug. “Lay down Miss Sutton stretch your hands above your pretty little head and spread your long shapely legs. It is high time I took my pleasure from your gorgeous young body……………..It can be painful or pleasurable the choice is your…………. Spread your statuesque legs further.”

Batard had Claire just were he wanted her. Oh, she was going to be fucked one way or another.

“Now Miss Sutton!”

 

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“No not at all Miss Sutton it is I just prefer that the girl I am about to fuck is nice and tight.”

The snort that threatened to rip from her was snuffed by the tightening of the collar, the quiet threat that stilled her.

“I am sure you would like to know who I am Miss Sutton………….as I am about to know you very intimately my dear, I shall tell you, I am……….your Master, the one you have longed for.”

'Oh so we're just gonna be vague with each other then, I suppose I asked for that,' Claire thought to herself and as she rose, she thought over what he'd said further.

"Wait...you just...you did that..." She could not say he'd just fucked her ass and that it had been quite intimate already.

She followed him to the rug and looked at him questioningly.

“Lay down Miss Sutton stretch your hands above your pretty little head and spread your long shapely legs. It is high time I took my pleasure from your gorgeous young body……………..It can be painful or pleasurable the choice is your…………. Spread your statuesque legs further.”

She balked, 'he must be fucking joking! He just...he just...had me.'

The gears were spinning and she realised he likely intended to now fuck her pussy instead. The saliva in her mouth all but dried up and she looked around quickly as if searching for the exit while still ridiculously tethered to him by the collar.

“Now Miss Sutton!”

She jumped at the sound of him barking the order at her and tried to quell all of her anxiety, she balled her fists until her nails bit into her own skin. She wanted to refuse, wanted to avoid being a willing participant in his games.

"Are you going to choke me until I comply?" She asked softly.

Claire was very aware of her physical exhaustion and she actually did want to lie on the rug but his intention was not to let her sleep so her intention was not to follow his orders unless they served her. This did not. So as scared as she was, she was still quite defiant.

 

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"Wait...you just...you did that..." Claire Sutton could not say he'd just fucked her ass and that it had been quite intimate already. Yet she meekly followed Batard to the rug and looked at him questioningly as what was to happen next.

“Lay down Miss Sutton stretch your hands above your pretty little head and spread your long shapely legs. It is high time I took my pleasure from your gorgeous young body……………..It can be painful or pleasurable the choice is your…………. Spread your statuesque legs further.



He watched as Claire balked, Batard could almost read the young beauty’s mind 'he must be fucking joking! He just...he just...had me.'



“Now Miss Sutton!”



Clair Sutton jumped at the sound of him barking the order at her. Batard could see the firry anger in the young redhead’s eyes. Damn but she was stunning when her ire was up



"Are you going to choke me until I comply?" She asked softly.



“If I have no other choice Miss Sutton, Yes.”



Batard could see that Miss Claire Sutton actually did want to lie on the rug but his intention was not to let her sleep so her intention was not to follow his orders unless they served her. This did not. So as scared as she was, she was still quite defiant.



Jean Batard was a man of little patience, he swept his leg behind the young redhead knees. Clair tumbled to the bear skin rug, to lay there, her hands by her side, and her legs clamped shut, the wind knocked out of her.



“So instead of choosing pleasure Miss Sutton you have chosen pain.”



Batard circled the prostrate young beauty. This required something mor personal that merely using Claire’s leash and collard to choke her into obeying. A malicious smile bowed Batard lips. His movements were sudden and before Claire could react he was astride of her, her arms pinned to her side. His dark soulless eyes captured her soft eyes. Batard’s eyes bored into the young girl’s as if they could see her very soul.



As Batard eyes bored into Clair’s his hands closed around her throat. The pressure increased, her breath was stolen away from her, and as Clair Sutton struggled her vision began to close in. First her peripheral vision went black, then slowly all her vision went black. Batard knew this was dangerous but necessary. Claire’s breathing was shallow and slow as she lay beneath him unconscious.



He knew he did not have much time. First he bound Claire Sutton’s hands and drew them above her silken copper head. Clair was beginning to stir as he bound her trim little ankles to a spreader bar. The last thing Batard did was to place a pillow at the small of her back which tilled her hips up as if the unconscious girl were offering her pussy and gorgeous young toned body to him.



Batard took a seat and waited for Claire Sutton to rejoin the land of the living.



“A very poor choice Miss Sutton………..It seems when given a choice you always choose pain my dear.”



His lips brushed Claire’s in a mockingly tender kiss. ”What first………taste your young pussy and see if it is as sweet as you are Gorgeous?.........but then you have been a very disobedient young lady.”



Batard laid a sandalwood box on the young redhead’s abdomen. It contained twenty-four long acupuncture needles



“I think these first Miss Sutton.”

 

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“If I have no other choice Miss Sutton, Yes.”

Claire knew the answer when she'd asked the question but she had no real time to process it because he swept her legs out from under her in short order and she grunted as she hit the floor. She rolled to her back to look up at him, her heart had started to race again and her breathing quickened. But she was resolute in her defiance - her legs clamped shut and her arms were kept close by her, offering him nothing.

“So instead of choosing pleasure Miss Sutton you have chosen pain.”

He circled her like a shark, it was incredibly predatory and intimidating where she lay on the floor. It made Claire second guess herself, second guess her responses. But she still couldn't bring herself to part her legs, it was like she was frozen there on the floor. And not a moment later, he was straddling her. It happened so quickly that Claire had no chance to react, his hands closed around her throat like a vice. Claire's wrists attempted to flip beneath him, she bucked her hips as her airway was clamped shut and her feet kicked uselessly. Above all, her eyes widened in terror when she couldn't throw him off, she couldn't speak.

'God, he's going to kill me...can't breathe...please, ge-' Her conscious thoughts ended there as bright white spots dotted her vision and her eyes began to glaze over, a darkness crept in from the edges.

All told, it took less than 30 seconds before Claire lost consciousness but she felt like it was an eternity.

When she came to, Claire groaned. She was groggy and disoriented as she blinked back into reality, slowly. She felt a little dizzy and had a slight headache which caused her stomach to reel. She wasn't entirely certain of where she was or what had happened to her either, not at first. It was his voice that brought her crashing to Earth.

“A very poor choice Miss Sutton………..It seems when given a choice you always choose pain my dear.”

Suddenly Claire was wide awake and struggling, she couldn't move her limbs in any useful fashion, 'I've been tied up...'
His lips were there, she didn't even see him move towards her - she'd been too busy trying to figure out how and where she was restrained.

”What first………taste your young pussy and see if it is as sweet as you are Gorgeous?.........but then you have been a very disobedient young lady.”

She whimpered on reflex, "Please...I'll be good, I swear."

And then he placed the box on her stomach, “I think these first Miss Sutton.”

Her eyes drifted down to the weight atop her and she eyed the box with suspicion, "What is it?"

The fact that it seemed slender did nothing to quell her anxiety, she shook her head, she didn't care what was in it - she already knew by his tone that it'd be something she wouldn't like.

"Please, god, I promise I'll behave!" She begged him, "I'll do what I'm told, you don't need to h-hurt me...S-sir."

She pleaded as submissively as she could, he had succeeded in scaring her when he knocked her out. Claire also knew she'd begged him before he had fucked her ass and hadn't managed to convince him not to do that. Her eyes were wide, wet, innocent - imploring him desperately.

 

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“So instead of choosing pleasure Miss Sutton you have chosen pain.”



Batard gazed down on the stunning young beauty. He circled Claire he was the predator and she the pry. His movement were subtle, fluid and possessed of a natural power that was chillingly effective. When Batard struck Claire Sutton could not mount an adequate defense. She was pinned, his hands around her throat, yet she fought as best she could. Damn he loved her spirit, once cowed this gorgeous young redhead would make a very pleasing sub. When she came to, Claire groaned. She was groggy and disoriented as she blinked back into reality, slowly. Suddenly Claire was wide awake and struggling, she couldn't move her limbs in any useful fashion, 'I've been tied up...'



"Please...I'll be good, I swear." The young girl whimpered.



“I think these first Miss Sutton.”



The sandalwood box with its twenty-four acupuncture needles rested on Claire’s abdomen. Batard slowly counted out twelve needles holding each one up and inspecting it, before Claire Suttons eyes. Then laid them next to her left shoulder. Batard counted out the remaining twelve needles in like manner and placed them by her right shoulder.



"Please, god, I promise I'll behave!" She begged him, "I'll do what I'm told, you don't need to h-hurt me...S-sir." She pleaded as submissively as she could.



Claire Sutton’s pleas fell on deaf ears as he picked up the first needle. The gorgeous young redhead pale pink nipples were already taunt, and her areolas puffy from the fear that raced through her ravishing young body. Slowly He pressed the first needle in at the base of the trembling girl’s Areola. Slowly Batard created a sunburst pattern around Clair’s left nipple. Smiling, his dark eyes holding hers captive, began to weave a sunburst pattern around Claire’s right nipple.



Jean Bataed positioned himself between the young redhead’s silken thighs. His head dipped to her spread pussy.



“I want you nice and wet when I fuck you Miss Sutton.”



Batard lowered his head holding Claire’s eyes still captive.



“Ummm your as sweet as you are gorgeous Miss Sutton!”



Batard knew that each little struggle would make the needles shimmer and tremble bringing the young innocent agonizing pain and pleasure, but nothing like when he would fuck her.

 

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It's important here to remember that the areola houses some of the most sensitive flesh in the entire body - that's exactly what came to mind for Claire as Jean lifted the first needle towards its intended destination. She was breathing shallowly all of a sudden and much faster as she watched him helplessly. Her eyes never left that sharp pinprick of steel and then there was a acute, stinging pain to follow it.

"Ahhh!" She yelped in spite of the fact that she'd desperately tried to prepare herself.

She felt the little rod slide into place like a sliver of fire beneath her skin. Claire had known Jean's failure to answer was her answer before he started and as he collected the second needle, tears pricked her eyes.

"Please-" She whimpered the word as he slid the second needle in and her breath caught, she bit her lip hard trying to manage the sensations and tasted a little blood.

As he progressed, the pain seemed to change somewhat. Each new needle still produced that same sharp sting but now it no longer stood alone, each fresh point radiated into the next until her nipple burned with a constant, throbbing ache. There was no clean break between one and the next, no time to recover. She'd started to sob when he began on her right areola and she longed to make her mind wander, think of anything else but the pain inevitably brought her back to the cruel constellation forming on her breasts.

Perhaps it was the humiliation that hit her the hardest - no matter how hard she tried to hold still, her body betrayed her. Tiny, involuntary shivers made the needles quiver, and each movement sent pain sparking outwards like glass splintering. She didn't know how many he'd speared her with now, she'd lost count. Claire only knew that her chest felt like it was bursting with wild fire and she was burning alive beneath them. Funny how something so small can cause so much agony, so much heat without any flame, like a thousand papercuts.

The last needle was its own kind of torture, with no new sting to add, Claire was left to focus on the searing ache already lodged deep in her nipples. They'd settled into a heavy, unrelenting throb, not unlike molten iron pressed into flesh. The worst part was there was one part of the human body that never truly remained still while that person lives - because when you breathe, your chest rises. For Claire, every breath was a fresh wave of pain that rippled through her core.

She was even sweating now, the physical and mental exertion was unlike anything Claire had ever experienced. It tested every part of her and she wondered still if she came up wanting. She looked at the cruelly framed pattern decorating her breasts in disbelief, that something could cause such pain and yet look so beautiful.

But she looked at Jean because he moved down her body and Claire held her breath for a moment.

“I want you nice and wet when I fuck you Miss Sutton.”

Claire gasped, she wanted to shake her head but she feared the spiking pain if she moved. Though Jean would most certainly force movement from her if he went down on her as it seemed he intended. She watched him in slow motion as his head dipped between her legs and Claire blinked her eyes back up to the ceiling, swallowing hard as she tried to turn her body into some kind of rigid board. She felt his tongue against her and her leg shook slightly, it wasn't much but Claire was hyper aware of how that tiny tremble travelled through her body when her nipples came alive like they were suddenly blasting music.

"Oh god." She whispered.

'I'm not gonna make it.' She thought to herself in a panic.

“Ummm you're as sweet as you are gorgeous Miss Sutton!”

"Please don't! It hurts, it hurts so much!" She pleaded, "I'm sorry! I'll obey! I'll do as I'm told, I swear! Anything you want!"

The pain was fairly eclipsing, perhaps that was why Claire had no idea she was soaked and swollen between her thighs anyway. Jean had just barely touched her, she may have devolved into sobbing if she knew exactly how sensitive her pussy was. Because that would surely mean she'd never keep still once he started.

 

[cgraven]

At the first prick of the first needle Batard savored Claire Sutton’s "Ahhh!" yelped in spite of the fact that she'd desperately tried to prepare herself.

"Please-" Claire whimpered the word as he slid the second needle in and her breath caught. The young redhead bit her lip in an effort not to scream. As he progressed, the pain seemed to change somewhat. Each new needle still produced that same sharp sting but now it no longer stood alone, each fresh point radiated into the next until her nipple burned with a constant, throbbing ache.

Batard leaned back on his heels between Claire Sutton’s silken lily white thighs as he admired his artistic creations that decorated the stunning young redhead’s tortured nipple. Claire started to sob when he began on her right areola, her agony far from being over. The last needle was its own kind of torture, with no new sting to add, Claire was left to focus on the searing ache already lodged deep in her nipples. The firry young redhead desperately tried to lay stiff as a board, so as not to set the shimmering needles to trembling that would bring a new searing agony to her. She looked at the cruelly framed pattern decorating her breasts in disbelief, that something could cause such pain and yet look so beautiful.



Batard leaned forward, his hands braced either side of Clair’s pretty little head. His cold eyes bored in to her tear shimmering eyes. He kissed the scented valley between her tortured breasts, then her dimpled navel, lower and lower his kisses went till he kissed the soft pink folds of Claire Sutton’s pussy.

"Oh god." She whispered.”

"Please don't! It hurts, it hurts so much!" She pleaded, "I'm sorry! I'll obey! I'll do as I'm told, I swear! Anything you want!"

“Embrace the pain Miss Sutton it will free you, sweet one.”

Claire’s gorgeous young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat as his thumbs spread the dusky pink folds of her pussy. Batard knew that those devilish needles had awoken ever fiber in Claire’s stunning young body. Now, her whole body was alive, hyper sensitive, as Batard began to devore the young redhead’s deliciously sweet pussy. Batard knew each little struggle, each little move would set the needles to trembling bringing Claire searing pain and an unknown something else. Her own gasped breath would also start to set the needles trembling as well.

Batard lifted his head. “You are nice and juicy now Miss Sutton, time to fuck that tight little pussy of your!”

Jean Batard hands were now on Claire Suttons hips. The tip of his cock pressed to those pink folds and Claire’s hyper sensitive clit. He looked forward to the gorgeous young girl’s dance of pain, and hopefully a dark seductive pleasure as he fucked her.

Batard hips flexed and drove his cock deep inside of the redhead’s chaste young body. The mere act had set the needles trembling violently, as his cock massaged Claire’s hyper sensitive clit.

 

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“Embrace the pain Miss Sutton it will free you, sweet one.”

"As if I have a choice." She huffed quietly, his deaf ears to her pleas made her a little terse knowing she'd debased herself for nothing.

She felt him spread the lips of her pussy and Claire whimpered on reflex, her body quivered against her will and the needles came alive again. They shifted and bit deeper every time she moved. Her nipples were so swollen and hypersensitive that her every vibration magnified the ache. She tried so hard to focus on a shadow cast on the ceiling, her eyes circling its edge like it was something to hold onto. Claire moaned deep in her throat when Jean's tongue taunted her clit, the jolt she made caused her breasts a sharp amount of pain in stark contrast to the pleasurable tingle that wove its way into her lower belly.

Claire was torn between the need to pull on her bonds, the warmth between her legs which made her want to seek more pleasure and the fear of pain that every movement caused. Her conscious brain told her to remain perfectly still and her animal brain told her to thrust her pussy into Jean's face as hard as she could. Everything in her body was a fight, every sensation physical and mental warred against each other in a mess of confusion.

As a result, she barely noticed when he finally lifted his head. Tears were pouring from her eyes, not out of sadness but out of utter lack of control.

“You are nice and juicy now Miss Sutton, time to fuck that tight little pussy of yours!”

Claire was truly starting to hate it when he called her that, it always preceded a great amount of pain and worse, the humiliation of knowing he could make her body feel immense pleasure. She tried so hard to brace herself against the motion he would cause as he set himself above her to drive into her. Tried so hard to stay silent and still.

Jean's hips thrust forward and speared his cock between her wet folds and Claire wailed, she sobbed hard as her nipples screeched when the needles shifted and bit her - all 24 of them at once. He filled her, claiming yet another space inside her for himself.

"Oh god! Please don't do this to me!" She cried out, begging him all over again.

She renewed her struggles against her bonds for a moment and the pain climbed higher in her breasts until she forced herself to settle. The struggle was futile anyway, she didn't make any headway. She was panting like a dog, adjusting to Jean's size inside of her and the fullness of his cock in her tunnel. When he started to thrust though, her breath hitched and her face reddened as she fought to manage the pain. She soon realised holding her breath didn't help her handle it and started to focus on breathing evenly.

The squelching of her arousal rang loud in the room and it might have been more humiliating if the pain in her nipples and the pleasure between her legs wasn't slowly intensifying. It was overwhelming all her senses, she could hear her own blood pumping in her ears. Her breasts would bounce and pull at the needles as well. Her loins were so hot, she felt like her erogenous zones were all on fire.

"Please..." She gasped, unsure what she was really begging him for now, "I-I...god! Please!"

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard was exceedingly pleased with the needles and the sunburst pattern that surrounded both of Amber’s nipples and pierced her areola. It did not take a genius to work out the temptation and agony young Claire Sutton was having. This gorgeous young redheaded creature was caught between heaven and hell. The heaven, first caused by the way he devoured her pussy with his mouth, lips, and oh so talented tongue, then by the way in which he fucked Claire. The hell of each , little move, each time she arched her young body brought a new and more intense wave of pain to her.

"Oh god! Please don't do this to me!" She cried out, begging him all over again.

Claire renewed her struggles against her bonds for a moment and the pain climbed higher in her breasts until she forced herself to settle. Tears of pain and humiliation freely stained the young redhead’s flawless cheeks, scarlet with her shame.



The squelching of her arousal rang loud in the room and it might have been more humiliating if the pain in her nipples and the pleasure between her legs wasn't slowly intensifying. Batard rejoiced as It was overwhelming all her senses. Her breasts would bounce and pull at the needles as well. Her loins were so hot, she felt like her erogenous zones were all on fire.



"Please..." She gasped, unsure what she was really begging him for now, "I-I...god! Please!"

Their was a note of confusion in Clair Sutton’s voice. What exactly was this young redhead asking for.

“Miss Sutton would you like to be rid of these needles?”

As he waited Claire’s answer he began rolling and twisting each needle in turn as he awaited the young redhead’s answer.

 

[monique_minx]

“Miss Sutton would you like to be rid of these needles?”

Claire was trying to make sense of his question, her arousal and the pain combined had climbed her senses into an unintelligible deluge. It was only because he stilled inside her that she started to slowly regain her reasoning capabilities. She swallowed and went to speak but then he twisted the needles...and poor Claire, she came unglued.

The twisting tore at the puncture site and ripped at her inside, it burned like hell fire and she writhed beneath Jean against her will. Sobbing anew with each tearing sting. She was moaning in pain and deep, shuddering breaths ripped from her core as tears flooded into her hair. Claire had lost all control of herself.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She gasped out a hurried ramble, like a fountain just unable to stop spilling everywhere.

"Whatever...whatever you want...I'll do it." She whispered, her eyes wide but not really seeing anything as she stared straight up.

Claire felt gone, she didn't even beg him to stop this time. She was practically willing to endure it now, past the point of reason and self reliance. Beyond the precipice of independence and will, she was giving herself to his will instead.

He didn't just have her body, in that moment, Jean had her mind too.

 

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"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She gasped out a hurried ramble, like a fountain just unable to stop spilling everywhere.

"Whatever...whatever you want...I'll do it."

Claire Suttons voice was now just a labored little whisper. Her breathing came in a series of gasping little pants as Batard twisted the needles that now became the center of her world. She no longer begged him to stop, now Claire promised that she would do anything he wanted of her. He didn't just have her body, in that moment, Jean had her mind too.

Jean Batard hand stilled his fucking of Claire as he let her full attention centered on the needles that pierced. Now he started to move again in Claire Sutton’s tight juicy pussy. He smiled down into the young redhead’s tear shimmering eyes.

“Come on Miss Sutton move that little ass of yours. You want to please me as we fuck Miss?”

It really was not question but a thinly vailed command.

Once more Jean began fucking young Claire. It was not hurried, but a slow methodical building of Claire’s arousal. He no longer twisted the needles but now used his fingers to pluck them as one might pluck the strings of a harp.

“Come On Miss Sutton move that tight little ass of yours.”

His hand came down on Claire's ass several times, like a jockey using his riding crop to encourage a young filly to greater efforts.

 

[monique_minx]

“Come on Miss Sutton move that little ass of yours. You want to please me as we fuck Miss?”

She heard him without listening, wasn't that her idea anyway? The pain of her breasts and the fire between her legs all seemed to culminate in some heady mess inside of her, it didn't make any sense. She lifted her hips to meet him as though her body decided it without her. Her endorphins were swimming now and her moans were louder, Claire wasn't resisting anything anymore. It was almost as if she couldn't. Her skin felt like fire and she just burned away with it instead of running for cover.

Jean began to pluck at the needles and Claire's moans became louder still, the lines of pain and pleasure were so crossed now that she offered her chest to him, arching up to give it to him. Every pluck sprung lightening in her breasts. And the coil in her lower belly was tightening harder and harder but she had no conscious thought to offer it and no resistance to speak of.

“Come On Miss Sutton move that tight little ass of yours.”

A swathe of involuntary cries issued from her lips as Jean spanked her hard and she got her hips moving again. Claire's thighs were trembling uncontrollably as her hips continued to buck to meet his rhythm. The heat flooded all of her nerve endings and swallowed all of her shame. Then it all broke apart.

Claire shattered with a ragged cry beneath Jean, her whole body clenching around him in waves she couldn't stop. She sobbed as she came and her mouth burbled half pleas and moans that were entirely incoherent. The orgasm ripped through her so hard that she felt like she was falling, tumbling deeper into the haze, to a place where she wasn't Claire anymore. She was just one of the sensations she was feeling - not that she'd identify which one.

When it ebbed, she slumped against her restraints again. Her eyes were glassy and unfocussed, she hadn't chosen this orgasm - it had been ripped from her like some kind of secret. Not the first and likely, not the last. Yet, her hips continued moving as if her ass was not able to stop obeying Jean. Despite all the utter exhaustion in her muscles, she kept it up even as the ripples of pain drove signals to her brain.

She wasn't able to form words anymore so all Jean could hear aside from her moans were her sobs indicating how overcome she was. The tears streamed to combine with the sweat in her crimson locks that fanned out beneath her. She was wrecked, undone, and still her body obeyed him.

 

[cgraven]

“Come on Miss Sutton move that little ass of yours. You want to please me as we fuck Miss?”

She heard him without listening, wasn't that her idea anyway? The pain of her breasts and the fire between her legs all seemed to culminate in some heady mess inside of her, it didn't make any sense.

Batard loved seeing Claire slowly coming apart at the seams as this gorgeous young creature started to babble, incoherent words that bubbled from between her now parched lips. Her moans were louder and more sensual. Batard was pleased that Claire wasn't resisting anything anymore. It was almost as if she couldn't, and that brought a wicked smile to curve his lips. Claire Sutton was his now to do with as he pleased and he was sure she would obey like an adorable little puppet. Jean began to pluck at the needles and Claire's moans became louder still, she arched her breasts up to give them to him, as he continued to pound into her tight little pussy.

Batard was beside himself with a dark satisfaction when Claire Sutton shattered with a ragged cry beneath him. Her whole body clenching around him in waves she couldn't stop, as her stunning young body tried to draw him further into her tight chaste pussy. Claire sobbed as she came. The orgasm ripped through her was so hard that she felt like she was falling, falling into a pit of ecstasy, obedience, and despair that she might never crawl from.

Jean loved how after the orgasm that had seared Claire Suttons young body and soul. Her hips continued moving as if her ass was not able to stop obeying Jean. Despite all the utter exhaustion in her muscles, she kept it up even as the ripples of pain drove signals to her brain. In horror Claire’s ripe young body was betraying her again as she edged ever closer to being caught in yet another searing orgasm.

“That’s a good girl Miss Sutton. I knew you could move that tight little ass of yours.”

Batard kissed Claire tenderly.

“I shall free you from the needles seductive kiss dear.”

One by one Batard slowly twisted and pulled the needles from Claire Sutton’s pierced areolas. He drew out the process for close to an hour and all the time he kept fucking her mingling pleasure and pain.

He gazed down on the naked and bound little redhead he knew she would be shocked if she could realize she had only been in his “Loving Care” for less than sixteen hours. She had come so far, yet her education into the dark realm of BDSM had just began.

 

[monique_minx]

“That’s a good girl Miss Sutton. I knew you could move that tight little ass of yours.”

She felt his lips brush hers and she automatically responded to his kiss, returning it without a thought.

“I shall free you from the needles seductive kiss dear.”

His meaning didn't really register at first and neither did his touch but as he twisted the first needle, Claire's whole body jolted beneath him as if she'd been struck by lightening. The twist was sharp and tearing and ripped a strangled, broken, helpless cry from her lips that escaped her before her mind caught up to what was happening. She sobbed as he slid that first needle free. When the second soon followed, her cry was softer like a sob mingled with a moan. Her body didn't know whether to recoil or surrender and her head tipped back, her lips trembled with sounds that weren't words at all.

By the third, she was no longer fighting. She shook and released a thin, keening whimper though her eyes were clouded and very far away. Perhaps if she'd been present of mind, she might have identified this as a kind of 'subspace' - something she'd only read about and never experienced for herself. Until now.

The pain was still there, blinding and brutal but Claire was so undone, so far gone. Her hips continued to meet Jean's in between the removal of the needles and smaller orgasms started to come more quickly and easily. Her pussy was sore and swollen, soaked in her arousal and cum. But Claire couldn't tell the difference between a painful needle and a powerful orgasm anymore. It all melded like a pot of soup to her.

By the last needle, her breasts throbbed with a raw ache, every puncture alive but there was no tracking where the pain began and where it ended. It was just another part of her now, like her heartbeat or breath - constant and inescapable. Her lips shuddered and murmured something...ghosts of words too soft to catch. Whatever they were, they weren't for her, they were meant for him. She was gone, lost entirely to his keeping.

 

[cgraven]

It was one of the longest hours in Claire Sutton’s young life as Batard twisted and pulled the long needles from her tortured nipples and areolas. When his lips had brushed hers Claire automatically responded to his kiss, returning it without a thought. What a good little girl Miss Claire Sutton was becoming.

His meaning didn't really register at first and neither did his touch but as he twisted the first needle, Claire's whole body jolted beneath him as if she'd been struck by lightning. By the third, she was no longer fighting him or herself. She shook and released a thin, keening whimper though her eyes were clouded and very far away. True Claire Sutton no longer fought yet Batard saw her drawing in on herself, drawing in on a space where she could flee the reality her young life had spiraled into.



By the last needle, her breasts throbbed with a raw ache, every puncture alive but there was no tracking where the pain began and where it ended as it enveloped her . Batard had made the pain part of Claire’s reality, It was just another part of her now, like her heartbeat or breath - constant and inescapable. He watched as the young redheads lips shuddered and murmured something, just a ghosts of words, too soft to catch. Whatever they were, they weren't for her, they were meant for him.

“Shhh Miss Sutton draw a breath and tell me what you said my sweet girl.”



Batard knew that she was gone, lost entirely to his keeping, ready to be created molded in the image that he held of her. The image they had built over months of texting of discussing the heady dark world of BDSM. Now those deep sensual texts were becoming Claire Stutton’s reality.

“Would you like more pain and pleasure Kitten?”



Kitten was the pet name Claire on line, how could he know that. How could he know so much of her and her dark hidden desires. As Claire was finding out what she wanted was of little concern to Batard. It was if she had somehow surrendered her power to resist and merely excepted his word, and that she must obey. Slowly Claire’s Suttons education continued. Next she had to except Batard as her Master, in all things sexual, and that his will was to be obeyed, if not then there would be consequences.