Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 6.1

“Mmmm,” the feeling was amazing, soft, wet, warm, slightly rough but unmistakable that it was a tongue, a feeling that I could never forget after my last experience, an experience that would ever be connected to buying shoes for as long as I lived.

A mouth on my right nipples, a small, gentle hand on the left, teasing me, stiffening them, giving me the attention I so desired since this morning but was never given. The tongue lapping at my neglected pussy grew more ferocious, lapping wildly at my clit drawing all my attention as I didn’t realize the mouth and hands stimulating my chest had disappeared. I was still groggy; half-awake from whatever they had done to me to cause me to pass out wasn’t completely out of my system, all I could tell was, I was on my back and someone was expertly going down on me.

Something rough and cold ran across my right nipple, ice, lube, oil, I had no idea, I didn’t care. All I care about was the pleasure I was finally experiencing, the pleasure leading me closer and closer to the orgasm I craved so badly. I lifted my hands trying to find the head between my legs but remembered that I was restrained, I couldn’t even raise my hips because of the position I was in, and I wanted to, I wanted more, deeper, harder, faster.

Fingers pinched on my right nipples and pulled on it, the pain translated into a strange pleasure and I began to like it. Gentle pulling, between fingers but then it came, a sharp, burning pain in my nipple that caused my eyes to open wide and my body to tense. I was awake, and the pain was excruciating while at the same time the tongue lapping at my wetness never relented. It was confusing, intense pain merged with intense pleasure. I barely made out the familiar feeling of a cloth being run over my other nipples, along with the same cooling sensation from whatever was on it.

“Mmph! Mmph!” as my senses slowly came back to me, I felt the ball gag in my mouth that I moments ago didn’t know existed.

My ears rang from my own screams and possibly from the drugs, I tried to open my eyes only to find darkness as I was most likely blindfolded. While I almost felt thankful that my senses came back to me, the feeling of whomever was still between my legs began to intensify even more. I began to feel every lap, every movement of the tongue running across my slit, through my lips as the tip made its way across my clit. My right nipples felt like it was on fire, at the same time one was roaring between my legs.

My left nipple was being tweaked and pulled upon the same was as my right was and I began to shake my head and plead the best I could for it to stop, but was not heard as the gag in my mouth turned my begging into muffled grunts. I started struggling, but with the restraints could barely move as my nipple was pulled, stretching it to the point that I thought they were about to rip it off.

“Oh my god!” so focused on the expected piercing I was immediately drawn back between my legs as the licker now became the sucker, lips surrounding my clit and sucking hard, teeth almost gently nibbling on my sensitive nub driving me to levels of stimulation I had never before experienced.

My mind slowly broke, my eyes felt like they were rolling into the back of my head, if it wasn’t for the blindfold and gag, I imagined myself looking like I was having a seizure. A hand pressed down on my chest, belt around my waist tightened, I was on the verge of something, something more powerful than any orgasm I had experienced yet. Two fingers entered me, pressing deeply inside and hooking upwards. Whatever pressure point the fingers found began pressing it on and off like it was pumping the pleasure directly through my pussy, into my brain while this vacuum of a mouth still remained sucking on my clitoris, the fire in my nipple and vagina now spreading through my entire body, I worried if this was how people spontaneously combusted.

Sucking and fingering, sucking and fingering, pressing on and off, on and off, left nipples stretched taught as I felt the cold steel of a needle teasing against the sensitive skin. Then I felt the tip of the tongue join the party again beginning to lick at my sucked-on clit that felt like it was half way into her mouth with how hard it was sucking. It must have taken some talent to suck on my clit while licking on it at the same exact time and also fingering me.

“Always knew you were a little slut,” a voice whispered into my ear as the needle began to slowly make its way through my left nipple.

The pain was horrible and yet something weird went through my brain, I liked it, I liked the feeling of the metal being drawn through one of the most sensitive spots of my body, as my clit was expertly pleasured, as my pussy was played with like an instrument, laid naked, bound, blind and like a calm before a storm, a silence before the crack of thunder for a moment I felt nothing and then like a train coming down the railroad the orgasm grew and grew until I could no longer contain it.

“Jesus!” my body came alive, my pussy exploding like a firework in your face.

The orgasm was so strong I felt myself gushing, I almost wondered if it was indeed the orgasm or that I was embarrassingly peeing myself at the same time. My orgasm came like a waterfall, a clogged house in a cartoon finally allowed to flow, gush after gush that I could hear the liquid hit the floor, fingers never leaving, mouth never drawing back, I expected whomever was down there was getting the pussy juice shower of the century.

My hands clinched into fists, not from the pain of my chest but from the orgasm that didn’t seem to want to end, just as intense from the moment it started, it continued never losing a beat until finally there was nothing left to gush out and all I could feel was the convulsing of my vagina. An experience so intense that I didn’t notice when the mouth had left my clit and fingers from my pussy or even the pain that began to dull in my nipples. Just the pulsing of my needy, slutty, hot, wet, cunt.