Page 16 of Against Her Will

This time, he moved her hands out away from her sides, and quickly cuffed them there, and she knew she was in for something.

“Your breasts are getting so lovely and so big!” Although he realized he should be gently massaging them, Jurek could never resist the opportunity to torment her, so he lay to one side of her and buried his face between her breasts, squeezing each of them mercilessly right in the middle and shaking them as she wailed and cried from the agony he was causing, clutching them just as tightly and trying to smash them together in the middle he had just vacated, licking those darkened but still standing at attention nipples, first one then the other, while Cassie cried and moaned at how he had caused the relatively soft ache she had been feeling to multiply into an unbearable agony.

When he became bored with torturing her like that, he moved it to the next level, applying clamps he had found that were ingeniously attached to a wooden bar. After applying each vicious metal mouth to each of her nipples, he used a hook to catch the bar in the middle, so that the way the clamps tugged her applied equal tension to both buds, then used the chain the hook was attached to to force her to sit up on her knees, her big belly filling her lap to over flowing as she reluctantly did so.

“Put your hands on the bed behind you,” he ordered, and Cassie did her best to comply, even though it hurt her terribly to do so, made the clamps pull that much harder at her tender bits, lifting her breasts into further prominence.

And then he brought out a shorter version of the switch he enjoyed using on her backside. It was made of the same material – a very flexible bamboo – and was just the slightest bit thinner and shorter. Cassie had already begun to cry by the time he made some experimental cuts through the air with it, because she knew her poor agonized breasts were his next target.

And they were.

He made her turn her head, not wanting the possibility of accidentally hitting her face, so she could only hear and feel not see the vicious strokes that landed on her proud breast, nearly coming off the bed at the very first stroke until she heard him say angrily, “Arch your back, girl, thrust those things out so they can get what’s coming to them.”

Cassie did her best to continue to lean on her hands and present those swollen globes to him as he preferred, but every second of it was a challenge, especially when he began to abrade her double time, often hitting her already traumatized and flattened nipples, which had her howling with it each time a stroke landed there, until he gagged her with his own handkerchief and began again, laying into her just as fast and hard as he had begun to.

He wreaked havoc on her breasts, by the time he was through there was almost no flesh on them – even the undersides - left untouched, and as she continued to sob heart wrenchingly, he stood over her, on the bed, where she was still in position with her ravaged breasts jutting out and her hands behind her on the mattress. Jurek removed the gag and replaced it – in one smooth movement – with his cock, taking her mouth all the way to the hilt, until his balls hit against her chin with every thrust.

Cassie did her best to relax her throat muscles. The first few times he had done this to her, she had nearly choked and gagged, and she already knew the consequences for doing both of those things. So she was training herself not to have that kind of reaction, and when she could get her mind right, it worked, and seemed to be doing so this time. She just let him slip in and out of her mouth and halfway down her throat, it seemed until he made one last tremendous thrust, and deposited his seed on the back of her tongue, where it slipped naturally down into her stomach.

Eventually, he recovered enough to remove the clamps from her breasts, but not before she had become nearly hysterical from the pain.

It was a scene that was repeated several more times in her seventh and eighth month, although he usually ended it by burying his face between her legs. Both he and the Count – who she just learned was called Victor, but not by her, of course – believed that the spasms that occurred during hard orgasms helped train a woman’s body for labor.

In fact, she attributed the onset of her labor with her first baby to Jurek, who had her lying on her back as he suckled on her engorged nipples while flicking her clit very lazily, trying to keep her on the very edge of orgasm for as long as he possibly could. He had caught her trying to get up off the bed, which was forbidden this late in her pregnancy unless someone was with her. She was allowed to walk – even outside as long as she was escorted - again because they believed it would help her during labor and delivery.

But she was so big and unwieldy that she had been expressly told not to even attempt leaving the bed unless she had someone’s strong arm to hold onto, but she needed to go, and there was no one around.

Jurek gave her a jaundiced look. “Do you think that’s going to save you from an ass beating when you’re recovered from delivering?” Almost no one referred to what she was carrying while she was within earshot, in an effort to help her deal with the fact that it was going to be whisked away from her the moment after she birthed it.

She did not think it would. It was her bad luck that she had been caught, and she knew that he hadn’t forgotten about the other thing that he’d warned her she was going to have to pay for shortly – groaning out loud the first time the doctor had examined her.

He crowded her back onto the bed as she moved awkwardly away from him, finally collapsing in the middle of it. Jurek stretched out next to her, his hand on her big, bare tummy. Clothes were a thing of her past, even in this disgraceful condition. But her four points cuffs were not, and he easily hooked both of her wrists above her head – not that she could actually get away from him any more, but it kept her from interfering with whatever it was that he wanted to do with her. When his hand returned, it wasn’t to her tummy, but her breasts. He seemed almost obsessed with them, and how large they had grown. Whenever he was in the room with her, his hands were constantly there, or between her legs.

Come to think of it, that was where his hands always were before she’d gotten pregnant, too, although she had become much more sensitive – all over – to his touch even than she had been before, and he knew it and liked proving it to her.

Tweaking them was never enough, though. He liked to make them hurt, and lately that had meant biting them harshly. They seemed to have a mind of their own, because no amount of painful stimulation seemed to back them down, no matter what it was that he did to them. As soon as his hand rested anywhere on her, her nipples tightened painfully, anticipating what they knew would be coming even though it hurt like the devil.

And this time was no different. He began by swatting her nipples directly, causing the very tips of his fingers – almost the nails themselves – to land directly on them, watching her squirm trying to avoid the blows, which only served to move her breasts sensually as if she were trying to entice him to do what he was doing instead.

But that was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do. She was much less lithe and graceful in her present state, and her gyrations were awkward and heavy, but she couldn’t seem to stop them no matter how hard she tried. By the time he desisted, her nipples were even more swollen and several shades darker than they had been due to his efforts. The redness that was usually apparent after his tender ministrations was much less starkly apparent due to their discoloration due to her pregnancy.

And yet the abused nubs stood up, proudly, apparently seeking more of the same which he was always more than eager to provide.

This time though, he hung his big leg over the closest one of hers, pulling hers apart and keeping possession of it while his fingers followed the dramatic slope of her belly down to the top of her mons, slipping further down, stopping at the entrance to her body that he had been so long without and gathering up there the evidence of just how happy her body was with the way he treated it.

Since her third month or so, he had noticed a considerable difference in the amount of natural lubricant she generated when he was fondling her. More often than not now, if she was feeling at all well, she drenched his hand, and the more harshly he treated her, the more copious her natural fluid. Jurek found that deeply satisfying.

Another reason to always keep her with a baby in her belly, as if he wasn’t going to regardless of the incidental benefits. They had already had very high bids on this one – and were hoping there were two of them so that they would double their money, but one would be all right too, because of the rare promise of it inheriting either her or his coloring.

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