Page 74 of Corruption

“Will you punish me more if I do it anyway?”

“Well,” Nadia begins while touching my back with the whip, “we’ve got a little brat on our hands.”

“A slutty little brat,” Alik says. Then, “Just remember that you asked for it, Kitten,”

He or Nadia must have some kind of hidden remote or something that I can’t see. But he must have it because the vibrating under my pussy gets more intense, and the mechanical cock starts to fuck me harder. I instantly come again, managing to tug on my nipple clamps again as I throw my head back and arch my body from pleasure.

While my body is arched back, Alik hits me right on one of my nipples with the crop, and I yelp at the sting of pain.

“That’s it,” he says. “I want to hear you, Kitten.”

He hits the other nipple and I let out another yelp, and then he continues to slap at my nipples without letting up, and Nadia does the same at my back.

I come for a third time in short order, yanking again on my clamps and giving Alik more room to slap my breasts around before going limp and giving Nadia more room to hit at my back instead.

I come for a fourth time, and between the sting of pain from both my front and back and having come three times already, it’s so intense that I a scream tears from my throat as pleasure jolts through me. But it doesn’t feel the same. The pleasure starts to feel like pain. The pain from my body contorting and pulling at my nipples starts to feel like pleasure. Suddenly, I understand how this is supposed to be a punishment.

It must show on my face somehow as I stop contorting as the orgasm wanes, though my body is still wound up some because the vibrating against my pussy and the thrusting in my hole hasn’t stopped. My thighs are trembling on the side of the device. My hips rocking against it instinctively without my conscious thought or effort. My breath coming in perpetual pants.

“Is it too much for you yet, Kitten?”

He’s not my mother. Alik reminds me nothing of my mother, really. It’s his brother that reminds me of her. But in this moment, as he challengingly asks me if I’ve had enough yet, I see her.

Her staring me down and waiting for me to back down from her when I built the courage to stand up for myself. Her waiting for me to get over my pride and apologize when I felt I had nothing to apologize about. Her locking me in my room with a deadbolt from the outside and taking all the electronics that she knew about until she absolutely had to let me out because otherwise, the people who knew I existed would start asking questions. I didn’t always win every battle. But I never backed down. Never backed down from her challenges and always made it as hard as possible for her when I could and it was safe for me to. All despite her trying to keep me from the world and mold me into the image of the woman I should be. The woman she wanted me to be.

I muster all that will, all that determination, all that stubbornness, all that cleverness, and glare back at Alik.

“Is that yourfuckingworst? A baby could hit me harder.”

Alik frowns down at me. His eyes turn to steel. But I’m still not afraid of him. Not afraid of Nadia. I’ve faced worse, and I won’t back down this easily. Not even when I feel the sting of Nadia’s whip harder on my back, and the vibrator and the mechanical cock intensify for a second time.

“Just remember, Pretty Girl,” Nadia purrs in a tone that sends a hot shiver up my spine, “that you fucking asked for this.”

I lose count of how many times I come after that. After a while, it begins to feel like one orgasm that will never end. As I tug at the chain suspending my wrists above my head, as I arch my back and stretch my legs with every orgasm, pulling even more painfully at the clamps attached to my nipples. Or, at least, I think it’s pain. Eventually, I stop being able to tell the difference. It all feels the same. Even though it’s so intense and almost too much, and my throat is raw from screaming with my orgasms. But still, I like it. Still, this all feels so good. I feel so good because they haven’t managed to break me as easily as they thought they would.

“She’s a bigger slutty brat than we might have bargained for, my love,” Nadia says. “Maybe even more than me.”

“Maybe, Nadezhda,” Alik replies as he traces the places tears have dried up against my face from their actions with the crop while stroking his naked cock. He’d discarded his clothes a few orgasms ago.

My body seizes as I come again and let out a pathetic whine.

“You ready to yield yet?” Alik asks while watching me suffer.

“No.”

Alik hums. “Fine. Nadezhda, you’ve been so helpful with this. You deserve a reward. Come ride her mouth with your cunt.”

They switch places, and I see that at some point, Nadia, too, discarded her clothes.

She reaches her hand into my hair, tugs my head back, and leans me forward until her pussy is smothering my mouth. I do little more than pant into it, though.

“You’re so fucking soaked back here, Kitten. You really do like this. A little slut for punishment, aren’t you? And you’re willing to be a brat to get it, huh?”

I feel Alik’s hand between my ass, spreading my clit more than it already is.

Nadia distracts me from continuing to focus on what he’s doing when she says, “Is this the best you can do, Pretty Girl?”

Taking it for the challenge that it is, I narrow my eyes up at her and suck and begin to move my tongue against her pussy, trying to replicate the feeling of her mouth against my pussy when she’s done the same. Lick up and down, play with her clit. Suck. Suck. Suck. I feel her legs trembling around my head and stop. Lick downward and then thrust my tongue back and forth into her hole the same way Alik does when he fucks me with his cock.

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