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Chapter 6: Mary Kirsten
After I had sucked Erica to my heart’s content, and after Madeline had made Anna and Patricia suck her to her heart’s content, we decided to get back to work. Erica headed back to the bridge, while the rest of us went back to the engine room. Once we were there, Madeline went back to her position, while I gave the two new recruits fifteen minutes to recover from their experience before they started working again. I went back to my job of inspecting how the women were doing and getting to know each one of them better.
In the course of walking up and down the aisle, I came across a woman whom I had seen at work before, but I have never got round to knowing who she was. It was a good thing that the personnel department had put her on the cruise, because I would get to find out very soon.
The woman looked up at me when she noticed that I had stopped beside her, and her eyes had in them a frightened look. She had black hair and a pretty face. She was one of those women who perspire a bit on the high side, and her face gleamed from the sweat. Her features were nice and attractive. She was the type of woman you’d want to torture silly, but not with instruments like whips or canes. There were more delicate, subtle ways to deal with delicate women like the one I was looking at. I walked back to the rack and carried two boxes over to where she sat. She looked at the boxes with big eyes, trying to conjecture what their contents might be.
I dragged a little stool and sat down in front of her. She looked down at me as she cycled, and I noticed that she had a cute little double chin, the type you’d want to stroke and tickle with your finger. This woman was damn pretty, I thought, and I knew I could spend a lot of time working on her. Her breasts were large and well-formed, and I knew that she was a nursing mother from the appearance of her dark brown nipples. Even better, I thought.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly.
“Mary…Mary Kirsten.” she replied.
“Hello, Mary. It’s nice to meet you. You know, I think you’re very pretty.”
“Why…why thank you.” she said, smiling shyly.
“You’re a nursing mother, no doubt?” I said, looking at her breasts.
“Yes, I am.” she said, turning slightly red with embarrassment.
“I know. How old is your child?”
“He’s about a year old.”
“That’s sweet. And what does your husband do?”
“Uh-we separated. I raise my boy alone.”
“That’s sad. But I’m sure you do a good job of it.”
She smiled. It was an innocent and tender smile.
“So, what do you think of the initiation ceremony?”
Her face flinched as she thought about what she had seen. I noticed she was biting her lower lip slightly.
“It-it must have been painful for them, Sir.” she said.
“Hmm…well, would you like to be caned or whipped like that?”
“Oh no! That would hurt tremendously.”
I chuckled, leaned forward, and kissed her softly on her cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth and damp with sweat, and I felt something harden inside of me.
“Mmmm…” I heard her say as my lips touched her face.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“Well…yes, I guess.” she giggled.
“Good. You’re sweet enough to earn more of those.”
She giggled some more, and I began to open one of the boxes. I took out two alligator clamps, and some wires, and she looked on intently with a frown on her face to try and understand what I was trying to do.
I leaned close to her.
“You see, Mary. I couldn’t possibly use a cane on those nipples of yours. So we’ll do something more subtle okay?”
I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked at it till it was in glorious erection. I could hear Mary whining and felt her body twitch as the sensation ran through her. I clipped one of the alligators onto her hard-as-acorn left nipple, glistening with sweat and saliva.
“Ouch! That hurts, Sir.”
I gave her a reassuring peck on the lips, and began to work at her right nipple. I snapped the other alligator onto it.
“Yeow! Stings!”
I planted a kiss on her deep cleavage, making her moan in pleasure. She was now ready. I placed my hands on her waist.
“All right Mary. Let’s talk a bit about you. How old are you?”
“Thirty-one. Sir, what are those wires for?”
“Oh these,” I said, connecting them to the control box and then to the mains, “these are for sending electric current through your nipples Mary.”
I said it in a matter-of-fact way, and found her looking at me with a gaping mouth.
“You mean…to shock me?”
“Yes, that’s right. Like this.”
I pushed a button on the control box. There was a hum and then Mary arched her back and thrust her breasts forward.
“Aaahhhhh!!!!”
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh yes! Tingles, but feels good. Wow!”
“See if you like it in short bursts.”
“Aaahh!!...Aaahh!!!...Aaaahh!!! Oh…Ohh……Wow!!!”
“This is an elegant way to torture a woman, isn’t it?”
“Yes! Yes! And what an area to torture. The nipples! With current!”
I knew she was liking it. I could see that her panties were getting wet with her juices. She was biting her lower lip quite a bit, and her double chin trembled as she swallowed. I teased her a bit more with the current through her nipples, and when she was a mass of giggles, I stopped. She looked at me awhile and then caught sight of the second box that I had brought.
“What’s in that one?” she asked.
“You want to find out?”
“Yes.” I knew that she really wanted to.
I opened the box and took out an electric baton. I unclipped the alligator clips from her nipples and plugged the baton into the mains in place of the previous device.
“What does this do?” she asked.
“Well, with the clips you can only tickle one part of the body at a time right? With this, you can be more flexible.”
I switched on the power, and the hum of electricity through the coils made her jump slightly in her seat. I brought the twin-electrode tip close to her body, and she moaned in anticipation, her frightened eyes fixed on the shiny metallic tip. I guided the tip under her double chin, and then gently prodded it.
“Aaaiiii!!!! That stings!”
I traced a line across her neck with the tip. She threw her head back.
“Yeeeooowww!!!! That hurts!”
“Now, now, this is the lowest setting. We can go much higher…”
Her shaved armpits were glistening with sweat. I touched the tip to them, one at a time, and then drew a circle around their centers.
“Gaaawwwddd!!!!Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Please, stop!!! Oooooohhhh!!!”
The next phase of her torture was going to be the most rewarding. I searched in the box and took out another electric baton, identical to the first. They always came in sets of two, and for good reason. After I had hooked up the second one, I touched them to the sides of her breasts and drew a line down all the way to her ribs.
“Aaaaaaaarghhhh!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! That hurts like crazy!!”
I came close to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Now, Mary. This is going to be intense, but I promise you that you’ll enjoy it immensely, okay? This and what comes after this. I promise.”
I touched the tips to her breasts, and began to trace spirals over her breasts, gradually coming close to their centers. Her body twitched and she arched her head backwards.
“Aaaahhhh!!!....AaaaaaaaahhH!!!! Stop!!! Ooohhhhhhhh!!!!!”
I kept pecking her on her perspiring face to comfort her, but her screams became more intense as the tips moved closer to her areolas. And when they finally mounted her areolas, she nearly went mad.
“Aaaiiiiiiii!!!! God!!! Stop!!! Please!!! Yaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”
I stopped momentarily, and then said to her
“Give me a kiss, Mary.”
She locked lips with me passionately, and I could tell that she hadn’t kissed anyone in quite some time. Once we were deep into each other, I thrust each of the two tips into her nipples, pushing them into her bosom. I felt her entire body constrict and she wailed a muffled scream since our lips were locked.
“MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!”
I kept the pressure on till I felt her muscles relax slightly, and then I withdrew the tips from her tender nipples. She had begun to lactate, and her milk flowed in gushes down her body. I undid her handcuffs and helped her to an ante room. There I laid her on her back on a big couch, and began to suck at her lactating tits. She moaned softly as I sucked firmly at her throbbing nipples. At the same time I gently inserted a finger into her vagina, and massaged her G spot. She screamed out in pleasure. I kept my thumb on her clitoris and continued the massage. I could feel her squirming as the many sensations rushed through her. Finally she came in a torrent of juices that wetted the couch. I looked at her face, and saw one of the most contented smiles I had seen in a long time. She looked at me and then drew me close to her with her hands.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you..” she said, still panting.
“Did you enjoy it a lot?”
“Oh yes!! I loved it!”
“Well, if you come to my place in the evening next week, we can have more of that.”
“Really? Can we really?”, her eyes lit up with excitement.
“Yes. But there will be some more brutal treatment too. I must warn you.”
“Oh, I don’t care. You can torture me all you want. You can tie me up and whip me and cane me till I’m striped. I don’t care. Just promise me that you’ll do that to me again.”
“I promise, Mary. I promise.”
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