that the man was quite attracted by her youth. After a couple of mistakes the man made it clear to her that if she wanted to stay she would have to do some “efforts.”
“A girl with teats like yours always has a way to be forgiven when she does something wrong…”
She needed the money badly, and one night she agreed to stay in the factory after closing hours. They went together in the darkest corner of the office and once again she felt all the fears and disgust from the first time come back to her. She felt without any reaction the hands of the man on her chest. In the silent building she heard his accelerated breathing. He opened her blouse and unhooked the brassiere. He pushed the blouse backwards and the material fell on her slightly folded arms. Then she felt the man's lips on her nipples, in a deep sucking. Her eyes closed; she felt the tongue lick at the reddened nipples, the teeth biting without too much strength on the exacerbated buds. No matter how disgusted she was, she felt the titillation of excitement in her most intimate flesh. She closed her legs more firmly and the man went on sucking at her breasts. He was playing with the twin globes and feeling their volume, consistency, and weight, the way a sculptor would prepare a block of clay before modeling it.
Denise tried once to move away from the head, glued as a leech to her bosom, but he slapped her hands, and she gave up all resistance. His thick lips remained on the hypersensitive teats, and his hands started wandering on her body. He found the blouse nearly unbuttoned and soon reached the small pink crotch, and insinuated himself between her legs. She closed her legs more tightly, but then he bit her cruelly. She had to give up, and soon the finger insinuated more deeply in her warm vagina. She let the finger penetrate her, and slowly rub at the exacerbated love bud. Tightening his grip around her with his left arm, and his mouth still glued at her breast, he masturbated her furiously.
Denise let pleasure come in her, and the spasm reached her with clenched teeth. She did not resist, and with a series of bumps she let the warm sap ooze out of her cunt and moisten the man's fingers.
He let her recover her spirits, and she found herself naked in front of him. He was contemplating her; then he helped her to get dressed. With surprisingly sweet gestures he walked her in silence to the gate of the factory. She did not refuse his hand when he said good bye.
From that day on, commenced a sweet kind of blackmail. It was very seldom that Denise could go home without a little stop with the man in the back of the storage room. Sometimes he found his satisfaction just by licking and sucking her teats, but sometimes he let his hands go between her thighs, and he did not let her go without receiving the warm liquid on his fingers, proving that she had come and met her pleasure.
But he was also nice to her. He bought pastries, and some sweets, and now she was no longer afraid of him, and felt only shame, but no fears when she followed him to the shelves.
She let him caress her in any way he wanted to and, it is maybe under the ardent sucking that the nipples took on their unusual proportions. One day he asked her to climb on the shelves, as if she had to reach something in the upper ones, so that she had to let him see her nakedness from below, between her legs, the way the others had done with her on that famous first night. (She shivered every-time she thought about the terrible evening.) and she did not close her legs, so nice and gentle was the man. Then Denise entered another era of sweet and sour tortures. This man, who could not satisfy any woman, tried to take his revenge in excitations that he gave to that sex that his own flesh could not and would never penetrate. He gave her cunt the attentions and care that he had, up to then, reserved to her teats, and her cunt was sucked, her clitoris titillated, masturbated, excited constantly.
To appease her shame he had her salary increased in a reasonable way, and she accepted, and nearly every night her teats or her cunt were the victims of that transaction. He become more and more demanding; he would sometimes bit her intimate flesh cruelly and sometime she cried out her pain. That is how one night the boss found them in the storage room. He fired the man, but kept Denise. But he gave her his conditions the next day and kept her one hour in his office. She got out of it, panting, gasping, her breasts painful globes, and a strange sour taste in her mouth. For a long hour the walls of the directorial office had echoed her cries and moans.
From that day on, Denise entered the commercial service of the factory, she was at the boss's orders and no one else's. She was taking care of the bookkeeping. She had to enter his office every night when everyone else was leaving, and then bear the consequences of the deal that she had made by fear of a miserable life.
She had to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a brassiere of a certain type, made of black silk, with large holes so that the nipples and a little piece of white flesh was free. Then the man, getting up, tied Denise's hands to the handles of the drawers in his office. And then he would start sucking at her teats, biting and hurting the delicate flesh. He would pinch the nipples till she could not bear it. Sometimes he would hit her breasts with a supple stick, and would only stop when her cries were too loud and could be heard from outside.
The session generally ended when a kneeling Denise, sucking at the man's dick, received in her mouth the thick and warm sperm that gushed out of him.
Little by little he tortured her more and more; he finally came to dig thin needles in her breasts, her teats, getting hard and longer under the treatments, were now nearly completely insensitive. They were about the size of a regular bottle nipple and Monique was caressing their hard bulks, rolling under her fingers.
Monique once again caressed and let Denise caress her in return. Then she tactfully asked her to come with her one night at Max's, just in order to have a pleasant evening. She made it clear to Denise that Max was a very nice and pleasant man, that he was also generous and probably could help her have a pleasant vacation. Denise refused and would not let Monique try to convince her; then little by little, and considering the profit and possibly the pleasure that she would get out of that, she accepted. Monique knew that Denise wanted badly a little necklace made of scarlet coral, and a country shawl. Then Monique inquired about Denise's dress. They agree that she should put on a white blouse and a plain gray skirt. Of course nothing under it.
In due time Monique, who had first been at Max's to bring the gifts for Denise that she had purchased herself (Max had tried to do it, but Monique would not let him) and Denise came to Max's villa. Soon they were together in the dark room, embraced on the famous mirror. Denise was quite intimidated. Then the blouses opened, but Max gave all his attention to Denise. He admired the long and thick nipples and paid them the regards they were supposed to receive. Monique got the leather bracelets and while Max was caressing the girl, she tied her wrists. Soon, Denise was exactly as Monique had been at Chang's, arms lifted up, and breasts provocatively propped.
Then, while a naked Monique started caressing herself softly, Max tortured Denise's breasts as Monique had told him to do. Soon the girl was crying her voluptuous pain proving that Max was at least as good as her former employer. Monique, excited by the show, was frantically masturbating, watching the tortured body twist in front of her, hanging by the cables where the bracelets were attached.
Then Max took a whole box of thin gilded needles. The girl, horrified, closed her eyes and prepared for the pain, clenching her teeth. One by one, Max put the needles in her nipples; at each penetration the girl was twisting and moaning a little bit louder, and more violently. Then all the needles were in the globes, covering the nipples with a golden network. Monique was masturbating faster and faster, standing up in front of the martyred girl.
Finally the last needle was stabbing the poor girl and she uttered a last moan. Max lovingly contemplated his masterpiece. Then he undid the ties that were holding his victim in bondage, and brought the girl to a mirror. She looked at her own torso and its strange decoration. Then Max took her skirt away.
He took a long look at the naked girl, letting his eyes wander between her legs, an din the abundant fleece of blonde hair over her cunt, then he took the needles out of her teats. There was hardly a drop of blood when he was through with that operation.
Max then undressed too. The girl kneeling in front of him gave him the same caresses she gave her boss; she knew all the different ways to suck and lick, the erected penis. Max did not resist and let loose heavy gushes of thick sperm.
The girl, used as she was to her employer's prick, did what she was expected to do; she mixed the sperm with her saliva, tasted it, and then slowly swallowed it. It was the first time Max had come under such a sucking and he could not recuperate as easily as usual.
Denise came up and went to Monique; she dug her face between the thighs of the girl and gave her all the delights that the caresses of Lesbos can provide. When he heard his friend moan and sigh, Max felt his virility pop back in action; he got up and admired the two women embraced in front of him. He propped Denise's bottom up, opened her thighs a little, and then put his damp and erected tool against the opening of her cunt. He thrust himself in with one violent blow, and Denise could not restrain a cry of pain. It was the first time after her rape that another penis was penetrating her, and she was still quite narrow. To Max it was like breaking her in. He fucked the young girl violently and the two woman were moaning and crying their pleasure at the same time.
