Nipple and Breast

Yuna’s crawling was shaky at best but it amused Bretrix to see the once proud, older Goddess reduced to this. She seemed nice and broken in now. But that did not stop the sadist within Bretrix from wanting to hammer that home. Besides from the looks of that snail like trail of Bretrix’s own cum and Yuna’s juices she was leaving behind her, Yuna did not seem to mind her harsh treatment either. Her heavy breasts seemed to rock back and forth, the nipple clamps biting into her thick teats as the chain dangled between them. Eventually she did reach Bretrix and went to get up into her lap.

“No,” Bretrix said, raising one of her white laced boots up as she crossed her legs over the latex dress that barely covered her bulging thong. “I have changed my mind. Kneel before me instead.”

“As you wish Mistress,” Yuna said in a low voice as she leaned back upon her calves. Her metal bra-like bikini-ish garment vanished from her body letting her breasts hang down with only the chain dangling between her clamped nipples. Her eyes focused in upon those boots. They were so sexy. With tall heels. Long strung, dark laces and white leather. They exuded power.

“Like my boots?” Bretrix asked and Yuna nodded. “Have a closer look.” She pressed her boot into Yuna’s face and then brought it down, resting it heavily upon the chain connecting her clamps. Yuna gasped and grunted as reflectively she reached to hold the boot up. “Don’t touch it.” Yuna whimpered as her hands stopped short of the booted foot, which was resting upon the chain, pulling down upon her nipples, stretching them down along with her huge breasts. “Look up at me… good.” Bretrix smiled down into Yuna’s pain filled eyes before she eased up on the chain just a little.

They were clover clamps so the more you pulled on the tighter they got and by the looks of them Yuna’s poor nipples were being tightly squished. “Please Mistress…” Yuna panted as Bretrix raised a questioning eyebrow. “… it hurts. Please… can you lift your foot?” Tears were welling in her big burning eyes.

“You want me to lift my foot?” Bretrix asked and Yuna started to nod only for Bretrix to push down harder on the chain. “I told you to look at me.” Yuna craned her neck back up to look Bretrix straight in the eye and the pressure eased up on her chains but did not leave it. “Alright but first… hands behind your head, fingers laced in your hair.” She obeyed without hesitation. “Good, good…” Yuna shuddered as she felt her liquid gold hair harden around her hands, locking them together. “Wow I do have such fine control over you… I think you have been too distracted to notice but it seems we have already gained a new domain each.” Bretrix grinned at her wickedly. “Domination and submission… fitting I would say and in such a small world, just the two of us, I can own you with ease.”

Yuna moaned at her words alone, her body shivering as her nipples continued to suffer. Bretrix was right, of course but Yuna barely had time to breathe let alone worry about minor domains they had acquired. It would have only been a manor of time before this happened, but she was surprised it came so fast. “Small world… fewer beings to bid for those domains… Mistress,” Yuna managed to say. “We’ll have trouble acquiring more… eventually… let alone… hanging onto them.” It was hard to get the words out, her nipples felt like they were on fire.

“Perhaps,” Bretrix said, her tone not sounding happy with the idea. “But let’s get some pressure off of you, shall we?” She lifted her boot.

Yuna barely managed to breathe a sigh of relief before once more the chain was yanked down. This time it was another chain that appeared and attached itself to the centre of the first chain and yanked it down. It ran down between Yuna’s pussy lips, rubbing against her engorged clit, before up between her ass cheeks and then splitting into two. They connected to the braces upon her wrists which were now locked against her head with her hardened golden hair. If she pushed her head back till she was looking at the ceiling she could relieve the pressure a little but a sharp intake from Bretrix reminded her to look back down at the woman in front of her. That pulled harshly upon her nipples again, the chain wedging up between her lower lips and ass cheeks. She could still feel herself leaking cum and her own juices along the chain as it teased and tormented her, It was rubbing up and down across her with each little movement she made.

“Back straight Pet. I will not tolerate bad posture,” Bretrix said sternly, and Yuna whined as she was **** into the most uncomfortable position possible. Her legs were shaking her arms quivering as she kneeled there. She wanted so desperately to lean her head back and relieve some pressure upon her stretched out nipples. But she had to keep her eyes upon Bretrix who seemed quite content to just sit here and watch, waiting for the first crack to appear in Yuna’s resolve. She would not allow it to happen. “How does it feel to be broken in my submissive little Goddess-Whore?”

“It’s scary… but thrilling…” Yuna said her words shaky as she fought to maintain her position. “I am so excited and aroused. I don’t know what’s going to happen next but whatever it will be I know I will have to endure it… and I will love every moment.” Bretrix grinned at Yuna’s words that were like music to her ears. “I wish… I wish everyone could feel this way Mistress.”

“Why not?”

“Huh?”

“This is our world… we could make this a part of all our creations,” Bretrix said with a shrug. “Why not let everyone experience this? I left the divine realms because I did not like the conflict. I kidnapped you because I knew you felt the same way. But conflict is unavoidable, even in this new world, no system or creation can stop that and still be given free will. So why not change the result of conflict? Instead of people being hurt or killed… let’s break them like I have you. We can build in desires for both the victor and loser of conflicts for this outcome. Make it that a defeated soldier is not killed or left maimed but rather naked, submissive and there for the taking. Broken but able to recover. Instead of their bodies harmed… break their spirits in conflict, the spirit can be healed much easier than the body. Especially if we make them able to bounce back from this.”

Yuna shuddered. Her whole body was shaking. Both from the sheer will and physical power needed to maintain her position with her nipples feeling like they were about to fall off and also the idea of a world like Bretrix had just described. It was right out of the best smut novels she had inspired. A world where the winner took the loser as their spoils. Yuna was sweating bullets from more than just her physical exhaustion. It was too much to think about and Yuna felt herself give in, her head falling back as she was overwhelmed. She barely had time to feel the relief upon her poor nipples before Bretrix lashed out.

Her hand swept through the air with the riding crop from her side in it. She brought it down harshly upon Yuna’s left breast and then backhanded it across her right. The cracking slaps of it against her taught flesh echoed around the room of mirrors along with Yuna’s cry of pain. Another came down upon her left, the right again and finally the left once more before Yuna doubled over forward, pulling again on her nipple clamps but not caring as she protected her boobs from the ****. “Back up Pet,” Bretrix growled as she rested her crop down upon Yuna’s naked back. “Up on your knees or I make it worse. Don’t make me hurt you any more than I need to Yuna.”

Yuna shuddered beneath her before slowly rising back up, her eyes once more meeting Bretrix’s, as she straightened her posture and once more pulled down on her nipples. She winced and whimpered as the crop brushed across her bruised and abused breasts. Reminding her of it’s lingering sting as it tormented her tender flesh. “Good girl,” Bretrix praised, and Yuna could not help but give a smile even as her cheeks were damp with tears. “But you did just disobey me. So, you will need to be punished.” Yuna whimpered at this. “But I will go easy on you… this time.” She raised her boot up a good few inches down from Yuna’s face. “Simply kiss my boot and apologise for being naughty.”

Yuna went to lean forward only for Bretrix’s other boot to stop her short resting upon her collarbone. “Tut-Tut Pet… remember what I said… good posture… keep your back straight… no leaning forward of your body,” Bretrix said and watched as Yuna’s wide eyes comprehended the idea behind this punishment. “And just for that… your lips are to remain on my boot after you kiss them, till I say otherwise.”

Yuna whined as she stared up at Beatrix but there was no sign of the Goddess relenting. So she steeled herself. “Yes Mistress,” Yuna said and slowly started to bow her head. As she did the chain was pulled upon, rubbing between her pussy lips, which leaked across it and smeared her juices into the cum leaking from her asshole, brushing against her clit and making her shudder before pulling down harshly upon her nipples and tightening the clamps. She had to lean only an inch or tow, but it felt like a marathon of pleasure, pain and agony before her lips touched the toe of Bretrix boot and she kissed it.

She struggled to remain in this position her lips trembling against the boot as her nipples were pulled to their limit and pinched between the metal clamps like they were in little vices. “I’m sorry Mistress,” Yuna said her voice only slightly muffled by the boot. “I was naughty, and I am very sorry.”

“Acceptable,” Bretrix said after a moment of contemplation. “We’ll work on how you speak about yourself later but that will do for now. You may move back into position.” Yuna let out a breath she had not been aware she was holding in as she leaned back. Oh it felt so much better, even if her nipples were still being painfully pulled down, it was nothing compared to the long agonising moments when she had been leaning forward. “Now are we done breaking you in or do I need to do more?” She looked expectantly down upon Yuna, her crop lightly smacking into her other gloved hand, as she dangled her boot before Yuna’s face, the toe still wet from that kiss.