ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Bonnie faces her weekly session for the second time, the threat of being disclosed, the photographs of her made public making her involvement indubitable.

Chapter Two

       Head tilted back with her long auburn hair in a tight bun above her arching shoulders, she allows herself to be bound naked by Tim and Steven on either side of her while Christina and Charlene watch.  Her hands pressed together palms inward in the supple black leather forming a single bondage sleeve securing her arms behind her back, she struggles to maintain her balance as the row of leather straps are adjusted, snapped shut one at a time starting upward from her wrists.  Forearms painfully forced together by Steven, she feels the straps fastened by Tim, feels her spreading breasts swaying, quivering back and forth as she’s jerked about between them.   Elbows tugged, twisted, firmly pressed together, feeling the strain of those tensioning straps being jerked, adjusted, her shoulders burn as they’re forcefully secured behind her.

       The sisters directly in front of her, Charlene letting a fingertip glide, flick across one of Bonnie’s bare nipples while Christina casually palms, squeezes the other twitching mound, Bonnie twists her head, craning her neck forward, hesitantly glances down at their hands manipulating her breasts.  Her hardening nipples jiggling, separating as her torso thrusts further outward with each jerk of a tensioning strap as the leather sleeve’s nearly aligned to Tim’s satisfaction, she continues biting her lower lip.  Softly shaking her head back and forth as she feels her shoulders pressed even more painfully together as the final strap’s snapped into place, a tear streaks down across her cheek as Christina harshly pinches her nipple, turns her to face the stairwell before stepping toward the hanging ropes along with her sister.

       As the pain mounts, she thinks to herself how it’s another Friday night; another forced appointment in the atonement room again being kept as she keeps her eyes focused on the floor, staring downward between her spread breasts, at the faint bruising of the week old whip marks barely visible across her naked flesh.  Feeling herself being jerked backwards a few shuffling steps by Steven gripping the bondage sleeve behind her, positioned under the familiar ropes dangling down from either side of the pitched ceiling, she remains silent, allows her body to be manipulated as Christina, Charlene each  grip a breast, tightly squeezing, tugging them apart.  A couple leather collars in hand, Tim steps in front of her, straps the first deeply around her left breast, the other around her right with the sister’s releasing their grips as the leather tightens into her tit flesh.

       A tug or two, alternating back and forth with the encircling collars, Bonnie struggles to remain balanced, feels the tightening pain of the narrow leather bands as her breasts already thrusting outward now stand upright, forming discoloring, almost round symmetrical globes as her areolas flatten beneath the buds of her thickening nipples.  Nervously glancing from side to side she watches the sisters each grabbing a swaying rope, unsnapping the wrist cuffs, holding the rope’s dangling ends out toward Tim.  Seeing him take Charlene’s rope first, frantically watching, feeling her left breast being palmed, the rope’s eyelet snapped closed to the ‘O’ ring in its encircling collar, she quickly glances toward the other rope as he does the same with it, giving it a tug while palming, lifting her right breast as Steven, still behind her lifts upward on the bondage sleeve, twisting and centering her between the stretching ropes, forcing her to tiptoe onto the balls of her feet.  Its eyelet fastened to the other collar, the taut ropes form a ‘V’ from her stretching breasts up toward the slanted ceiling above her.

       Struggling to balance, to keep the weight off from her straining breasts, she tiptoes gingerly back and forth as she twists, almost swaying under the taut, creaking ropes as the group steps back from her naked body.

       “You ready?”  Tim asks as he steps forward, cups Bonnie’s breasts in the palms of his hands.  “I see these have healed up rather nicely… Has Tom seen ‘em since their flogging?”

       Almost glaring back, shaking her head slowly back and forth, her tone on the verge of sarcastic, she gruffly answers.  “No… No he hasn’t!”

       Slipping a hand down between her thighs, a finger tip a knuckle deep into her parting slit, he continues staring her directly into her eyes as he asks.  “This…Has he had any of this?”

       “No!... Damnit!... He hasn’t…. No one…. No one has!”  She blurts, shaking her head, glancing toward the sisters, their brother off to the side as her legs jerk, her body twists in the creaking ropes.  “No!”

       Glancing over toward Christina, his finger still between Bonnie’s thighs, a hand cupping her breast, the thumb pressing against her swelling nipple, Tim asks.  “She been good this week?”

       Shaking her head slowly back and forth, glancing from him, back to Bonnie, Christina answers.  “Not really, Tim… She’s been kind of a bitch at work… Complained about being sore most of the week… Didn’t like me checking ‘em… And I think she’s actually not to happy about the pictures… I guess!”

       “Really?”  He answers, glancing back toward Bonnie, twisting her breast with the one hand, jamming inward to his second knuckle with his index finger, pressing his thumb against her clit at the same time with the other, he scolds.  “That right Bonnie?”

       “Oomph!”  Jerking, lowering her head as the soreness of last week’s discipline session quickly becomes this session’s pain, she grunts.  “I’m… I’m okay… I’m okay!”

       “You know we can show him a range of those photos anytime… You know… What you looked like after your session.”  Tim scorns as he leans closer, face to face.  “He can see the graphic pictures of what this body looked like after a workout with the whips, you know.”  He rasps as he feels her thighs trembling as he pinches her clit, feels the tension of the rope resonating through her bulging breast as he twists a little harsher with his squeezing fist.  “Maybe we were a little too gentle on you last week… Maybe this week we’ll have to ratchet it up a notch or two!”

       “Uugghh!... Oomph!”  Another grunt, groan as she twists in her restraints, his hands punishing her bare flesh.

        “Yes… I think last week was just a warm-up…  And you better learn to obey Christina a little better when she tells you to expose whatever she wants to inspect… Anytime… Anywhere… Even at work!”  He adds as he drops his arms, steps toward the tray against the far wall.  Un-packaging a couple syringes from their cellophane packages, a couple cotton swabs, a container of alcohol and he steps back with his hands full.

       Letting Christina help as Steven steps behind their bondaged victim, holds her steady by her hips, Tim slips his open hand around Bonnie’s left globe, encircling her areola, nipple with his thumb and fingers.  Glancing toward Christina as he lifts the needle, he nods as she dips a cotton swab, swipes it across Bonnie’s held breast.  Slipping the tip of the needle against her tan oval of flesh, getting a strong whiff of the alcoholic solution as he glances toward her face, toward her wide eyes glaring at the needle, he slips the glistening stem across the front of her breast as Steven holds her steady from behind.  

         “Wha… What… My God!… What are you!… You going to do to!… To me?”  Bonnie grunts, obviously knowing the answers as her voice breaks, the needle scraping across her areola, toward the nub of her nipple stiffening in his grip.  Heart pounding, encircled by the group as she notices Charlene handling the digital camera, she feels the razor sharp tip of the needle pressing into the side of her hard nub, press inward.

       “We’re going to pierce it… Then the other.”  Tim calmly states… Then mount a nice set of rings in them.”

       “God… No!... Don’t Damn-it!… Don’t do it!!........Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Trying to twist, unable to keep her eyes off the needle pricking into her engorging nipple, feeling its tip sinking into the side of the swollen nub without yet breaking the skin, she feels the initial probing, then the instantaneous searing pain as he jams inward.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another scream as she jerks her head back, feels the needle ramming completely through, its sharp tip stretching, puncturing its way through the other side, the  reddened tip scraping across the flat surface of her areola.

       “Oh come on… It’s only a little needle Bonnie!”  He scolds as he aligns the not so little needle horizontally across her rounded breast, just a trickle of blood dripping from her nipple as Christina swabs the soaked cotton swab back and forth across her punctured skin, the alcohol searing into her pierced flesh.

       Biting her lip as her nipple burns, turning her head as she closes her eyes, she feels his hand gripping her other breast, feels a needle being slid across the surface of the areola, pricked against the nub of the other nipple as she grunts.  “Please… Please it hurts!... No!.... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       Jerking her hips, twisting in Steven’s grip behind her, feeling the needle probing into, through her nipple,  jamming, twisting, finally  breaking through the other side, she feels the burning cotton swab pressed against that piercing. “Damn!... Damn!... Damn it!!... Oomph!”

       “Now… That wasn’t so bad now… Was it?”  Tim grins as he cups her cheeks with his fingers, thumb, her chin resting in the palm of his hand as he stares into her welling eyes, just a trace of a tear streaking down, dripping from her chin as she’s forced to stare back at him between her stretching, bound breasts, the pair of needles neatly aligned through her quivering nipples, virtually eye level with her face.

       “Now for the rest.”  He smiles as he releases her chin, steps toward the tray, opens a small box, shuffles through it, picks up a pliers type tool off the tray.  Turning, stepping back in front of Bonnie, he holds a dangling gold chain between his fingers, thumbs, stretches it apart between the pair of mounted ‘O’ rings.  “These are for you to wear.”

       Feeling her hips again pressured as Steven grips her from below her waist, she watches between her straining globes as Tim slips the needle from her left nipple, spreads an ‘O’ ring in the end of the chain with the spreader pliers, slips an end into the piercing.  Turning, sliding it through, he releases the plier’s tip, the ring snapping shut into a sealed, gold oval.  Reaching for her other breast, slipping the needle out, sliding the spread ring through, he lets it spring shut from the pliers, steps back.

       Breasts pounding, thumping with each heartbeat, she glances between her bulging globes, the heavy gold links swaying from nipple to nipple, tugging, stretching them downward as the chain dangles a couple inches out off her thrust out sternum.

       Pictures snapping, Charlene getting different angles, Bonnie’s naked body helplessly poses for the group of pictures.  Tiptoeing under the taut ropes stretching at her chained breasts, her naked body glistens with her arms severely arched behind her in the black bondage sleeve as she reflexively tries to avoid the camera with her eyes.

       Stepping around her, the other three inspect his handiwork as Charlene snaps another occasional close-up shot or so.  The rings perfectly centered through the nubs of her nipples, not quite as large as her areolas as they lay flat across them, the chain stretching in a slight loop, just heavy enough to tug at her breasts, to twist the nipples slightly inward, Bonnie feels the strain on the fresh piercings as her breasts bulge shoulder high in their leather collars.

       “Now Bonnie.”  Tim steps in front of her, speaks.  “Now it’s time for a decision.”  Letting his fingertip slide across the chain, one side to the other, resting for a moment, back the other way, letting his finger flick the chain back and forth, glancing and nodding toward the others individually, he asks.  “Who do you want to fuck you tonight?”

       Blurry eyed, staring disgustedly back toward him between her ballooning globes quivering from the weight of the chain jiggling between them, the stretching ropes creaking as they pull at her breasts, she doesn’t answer, just glares through her welling tears as she slowly shakes her head back and forth.

       Slowly tugging down on the chain, stretching her nipples downward, further downward by the ‘O’ rings as her breasts bulge I the leather collars, he again asks.  “Do you want fucked by a strap-on by one of the girls… Or fucked by a man?... Answer!”  Tugging downward in a continuous pull, stretching her elongated nipples painfully harsher by the chain tugging at her fresh piercings, he stares back at her, asks again.  “Who do you want to fuck you now… Bonnie?”

       “You!!!... You!!!...  Oh Damn it!”  She blurts out, nods, her breasts searing with pain as she balances on the tips of her toes, an awkward prance back and forth, her nipples pulsing as she feels the rings tearing at her nipples, burning from the piercings as she feels him stretching the chain, give it a harsh yank.  “I… I want… You too!... You!!... Okay?... Oomph!”

       Releasing the chain with a flick, turning, smiling toward the others with a wink, he again turns back toward Bonnie.  “Well then… I guess I’m flattered!”   Sliding his hand down her thigh, letting his fingers slip between her legs, he shoves his thumb between her moist slit.  “Seems like you’re already a little wet Bonnie.”

       Glancing toward her discolored globes, trickles of blood dripping from the nubs of both pierced nipples, he glances toward Christina.  “Another swab… Clean these tits up before I mount her, okay?… Steven?... Get that Whartenburg wheel from the tray… Keep her on her toes while I fuck her… Work her… Right up there across her jugs.”  Glancing toward Charlene, he adds.  “The camera ready?”

       The burning pain of the alcohol soaked swab swiping back and forth across her breasts, the raw nipples impaled by the ‘O’ rings, Bonnie jerks, grunts as her eyes turn to Steven’s hands, the glistening little tool in his right, the multiple sharp tips forming a sinister wheel.  Again sensing a couple flashes of the camera, turning her head away, she feels the swab pulled away, the needles of the wheel pressing into, rolled across the upper curve of her bound left breast just above her tautly stretched areola.  “Oomph!... Oh… God!… Oomph!... Agghhhh!!”  Wide eyed, following the wheel, grunting as the multiple micro specks of blood trail behind the rolling instrument as it’s manipulated back, just across the upper edge of her tan areola, then back again, the crisscrossing trail practically over the upper edge of the nub of her nipple, the pain escalates with each roll. “Please!... That hurts!... Oomph!”

       Her hips gripped, Tim pressing against her thighs, she feels his shaft pressing between her thighs.  The wheel held motionless just above her pierced nub, she glances forward into Tim’s face as he speaks.

       “Show enthusiasm if you don’t want Steven to work those tits Bonnie.”  Tim scowls, nodding at the wheel firmly resting just above her oozing nipple as he slowly thrusts inward, the head of his shaft slipping into her spreading orifice.   “You’d better do the work… Show us how good of fuck you are or its needles will roll right across those raw nipples of yours Bonnie!... Understand?...  I said… Understand Bonnie?”

       A nod, a weak whimper as Bonnie glances toward the wheel, feels his shaft pressing between her thighs into her spreading slit as she tiptoes, sways backward with the ropes stretching, creaking above her bulging breasts.  “I… I understand… Yes… Yes Tim!... I do!”

       “Okay then… Start fucking me then!”  He smirks as he lets his hands rest on the sides of her damp thighs, feels her hips barely jerk, thrusting forward, his manhood slipping another couple inches inside her as her legs tremble.  Staring into her swollen eyes, barely a smile on his face, he orders.  “Deeper… Harder!... Understand?”

       Catching the wheel being rolled out from the corner of her eye as it painfully presses against her raw nipple, she jerks forward, tiptoeing as she forces her hips against Tim’s.  “Ohhh. Yes… Yes I… I understand!... Ouch… Oomph!!... Okay!... Get that off my nipple… Please!!... Oh God… Okay… Okay!!”   She pleads as the needles prick her flesh.”  Twitching, pumping, feeling his cock borrowing deeper inside her, she closes her eyes, twists her face away as she again thrusts forward.

       “That’s better… Much better Bonnie…. Umm!”  Tim responds to her motions as he presses firmly forward, feels his cock being encircled by her moist, tight orifice, feels her warm vagina walls flexing, stretching at his foreskin.  “Keep pumping!… Yes!... Keep fucking me like that and you’ll save these tits a lot of abuse!.. Oh yes!!””  He grunts, rocks forward, reaches around her shoulders gripping the bondage sleeve, grunts as he glances toward Tim, the wheel resting on her quivering mound just above the glistening ‘O’ ring as his chest presses against the chain swaying between her breasts while he pulls her forward.

       “Mount me all the way… Shove!!… Fuck me harder Bonnie!!... Yes… Yes…. Oh yes!!!”  He moans as he tugs at her, feels her hips slipping back and forth against his, forming a forceful rhythm as he stares at her face, her head remaining turned, her eyes away from the flashing camera even as she rams her hips against him.  Feeling his engorging shaft enveloped, watching her lips part as she grunts, rides his cock in and out, he presses closer, feels her hard, round breasts pressing against his chest, the chains flattening between them as Tim lifts the wheel away, steps back.

       Grunting, thrusting, flexing her thighs, she feels herself virtually suspended by the ropes binding her breasts as she engulfs his throbbing shaft burrowing deeper and deeper inside her.  Head tilting back, her face twisting from side to side below the creaking ropes, tiptoeing from foot to foot on the balls of her feet, adamantly jerking her hips back and forth as her breasts stretch upward, she senses her own moans, the pain fading, a stirring deep inside her womb.  “Uum… Ooohh!… Oomph… Omph!!”  Their rasping grunts mixes with each others as her throbbing clit grinds against his thrusting shaft.  More thrusting, more pounding as their bodies grind together, the camera flashing as Charlene circles the grunting pair.

       His hands sliding from the bondage sleeve as they hump, slip across her hard, oval breasts, the chain dangling as she twists, sways with his body pressing even closer.  Blurry eyed, hair fraying from the tight bun behind her head, she rasps for breath as she’s hoisted off her feet, her legs wrapping around his hips, her swaying body tilting backwards, swaying from the stretching, spreading ropes binding her bulging globes.  A few more hectic moments, both bodies trembling, their hips pressing together as his shaft pulses, spurts, spurts again and again deep inside her, his hot cum gushing, dripping down her thighs between strokes as the camera continues to click away.

       “Aaaahhhhhhh!... God… Oh God!!”  Grunting, swaying free with her feet dropping to the floor, head hanging back, she twists in the ropes as he steps back, slips his glistening shaft from between her quivering thighs.  Panting, slowly raising upward on her weakened knees, she glances around at the camera, the flash in her eyes, lowers her face between the ropes, toward the swaying chain swaying between her puffy nipples.

       Her naked body glistens, perspiration mixing across her discolored globes with the slightest crimson coloring of the rows of needle pricks.  Dripping from the encircling collars, streaks of moisture crisscross downward across her stomach, pubic mound as she slowly twists, sways.  A couple more snaps of the camera, Charlene steps back with a smirk, finished.

       “Clean her up… Untie her tits.”  Tim orders as he steps into the restroom, shuts the door.

       Christina on one side, Charlene on the other as Tim steps behind her, un-strapping the collars, Bonnie’s held by her waist as her breasts drop, bounce, the chain jiggling between her spread nipples.  Discolored, aching, she glances down between them, at the gold chain hanging from the sparkling ‘O’ rings as she feels Steven un-strapping the bondage sleeve from the top down.  Arms’ bordering on numb as she’s gruffly jerked with each strap, the circulation sends a stinging sensation through her limbs as the leather’s loosened.  The sisters, towels in hand, swipe the white terry-clothes across her naked body, Christina above Bonnie’s waist, Charlene’s below.

       The unbound black sleeve slipped off, her body wiped down, she stands arms slumped toward her sides, slowly flexing her fingers, head lowered.  Legs still trembling, the chain still dancing between her swaying breasts, she glances up, sees the restroom door open, Tim stepping out.  Cleaned up, dressed, he steps toward her, glances at the other three, nods his approval.

       “Good job.”  Slipping his fingers across the chain, glancing at the ‘O’ rings, he smiles.  “You’re going to wear these all week Bonnie… Might need to wear looser tops, or thicker to hide ‘em… Don’t think you’ll want to explain them to him… Will you?... Remember… No bras all week!”  Without waiting for an answer, he turns toward the rest.  “Help her get dressed Chris… Get her out of here… Next week I think she needs fucked by a dildo up her ass… A nice big thick strap-on by one of you girls… Yea…  Way up her ass… Deep… Don’t you think?... We’ll pierce that clit of hers next week too… Chain it to her tits!”

       Glancing into Bonnie’s unbelieving eyes, he adds.  “Next week’s session’s going to be a long, harsh, painful one!... Now I bet that’s really going to give you something to think about all this coming week… Isn’t it?”

End Part 2