He Won't Betray Clara

Clara felt her heart beating faster, time seemed to slow, and even the feeling of the ropes against her skin started to fade as she focused on the scene before her. Alex, his hands bound, his cock was erect, and Lilly standing in front of him, her hands on her waist, her body was naked, something that her boyfriend had not failed to notice. (Not for that matter, had Clara herself,)

What was going to happen next? Was Alex going to betray her? Was he going to torment her and tease her, like Lilly wanted him to? She wondered what would happen if he did. Would Lilly make him fuck her right here and now? Or would Alex and Lilly have sex in front of her? Make her watch them? Perhaps Lilly would turn the electricity back on, and then have Alex tease her, his hands roaming over her body, her breasts, her pussy, and each time she came, she would be punished in a different and new way?

She felt hot. Her skin was warm, her heart was thudding, thundering in her chest, and her mouth was dry. She bit her lower lip, gently sinking her teeth into it as she thought. Arousal pumped through her body, rising from her loins and spreading to every inch of her being. Clara waited, feeling very much like a prisoner who was about to hear what their sentence would be, or a slave who was about to be sold, and didn't yet know who to.

Then, Alex spoke.

"Screw you, I'm not going to hurt Clara."

"Screw me?" Lilly said, a smile on her face. "If you wanted that result, that was the wrong thing to say. Ah well, you had your chance, so now you get to sit back and watch as I make your girlfriend scream and squirm.

So saying, Lilly moved beyond Clara's sight for a moment or two, returning a few minutes later with a bundle of small wooden pegs, intended to be used for washing clothes. Each one of them was about the length of a finger, and consisted of a gripping end, which opened and closed, and a small head which you used to apply pressure and force them to do so. Their gripping teeth were textured, intended to hold onto washing even in high winds.

Clara felt a jolt of electricity flowing through her veins at the sight of them. She had seen enough porn to know where this was going, and she was alternately both excited and yet dreading it. She pulled against her bonds, knowing that she would not be able to get free even if she spent all day tugging at them.

"H-heh Lilly..." She said slowly. "You're not um... you're not thinking of using those on me, are you?"

"What makes you think that, Clara dear?" Lilly said. "I mean, I was just going to wash some clothes, but I suppose we could use them on your naughty body. And to suggest such a thing right in front of your boyfriend too! How shocking."

Clara gulped. She knew that she could end this game at any point with the safe word they had agreed beforehand, but even so, she felt as though it was tumbling out of control. The chaos and the surprise factor made it seem real to her, as though she really were being held hostage, and about to be tormented in front of Alex. Helplessness made her arousal all the more powerful, and she felt her pussy starting to grow wet.

Lilly stepped towards her, a pair of scissors in her hand.

"I'd stay still, Clara. I really don't want to cut you."

Clara did just that, Staying as still as a statue as she felt the scissors cutting through her top. They bit through the fabric, tugging slightly on her as they did. The blade felt cold as its blunt side touched her skin. Lilly had clearly done this before, because she knew just where to cut, Clara felt her hovering around her back, snip-snipping away for several minutes before Clara's top went slack. Then, with a pull and a flourish, like a magician pulling a rabbit, Lilly removed the top, leaving Clara only in her bra, and even that was about to go. The scissors snipped again a few times, severing the fabric which held her last shred of clothing in place, and Clara felt her bra pitch forwards, leaving her totally naked.

Naturally, her first instinct was to shield herself, but she could not. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she felt utterly exposed. Her skin tingled, waves of goosebumps flowing across her chest as the cold air reached for and bombarded her breasts. Her nipples were stuff with arousal, standing out against her pale skin, and her face flushed red as Lilly stepped back, as though to admire her body. Clara felt herself trembling, though whether from fear, shame or excitement, she could not say. Breath caught in her throat, and she felt absolutely humiliated to be stripped like this in front of her boyfriend and someone currently playing the role of a stranger.

"What are you going to do to Clara?" Alex demanded with a throaty growl. Lily smirked.

"Something you might enjoy seeing. Guys always want to watch their girlfriend moan and writhe, right? It's supposed to be sexy. Well, she's going to be jumping all right. Last chance, you want to do it or will I?"

"Fuck you."

"Your choice. Her suffering."

So saying, Lilly took the first of the wooden pegs. Clara could now see that each one was tied to a length of string, which was soft and thin. There were three such strings, which were fairly long, and each one had multiple pegs.

"Now, Clara..." Lilly said. "I am betting you've never done anything like this before, so remember what we talked about before, okay? At any point, you can surrender and have it be over. Still sure you want to stand your ground?"

Clara gritted her teeth and said nothing. After a few moments, Lilly nodded.

"Well, your own head it is. All right, then, let's get started."

For the next several minutes, Lily attached the pegs to Clara's body. It was a simple way to phrase it, but it didn't do justice as to how it felt. Clara would see Lilly choose the peg, and then, the blond woman would select a spot on Clara's body. Usually, her legs, waist or thighs. Then, she'd press on the peg, forcing it to open, and expose its grated teeth, which she would press into Clara's skin. Then, the peg would close, and the teeth grip her, pulling tightly on her skin, and making her grunt or moan in pain. The teeth were not sharp, but they were textured, and held tightly to her skin, pulling on her, and stinging sharply as they did. Sometimes, this was more bearable than others. The skin on her arms and legs was tough enough that she could ignore the feeling, but it was a thousand times more difficult when the peg was closed around the skin of her inner thigh, or her abdomen. There, they gripped her hard, like tiny little teeth digging into her.

Lilly had three ropes worth of pegs. The first one was used to dot her legs, thighs and ass. Clara endured it all as best she could, clasping her mouth tightly shut. But next, Lilly used the second length of string to connect a dozen pegs to her arms and sides. Clara groaned as she felt the wooden teeth close around her the delicate skin under her arms, and along her waist.

The final set was used on her chest. Lilly started by slowly picking out her upper body, each peg done with a sort of measured gravity to it. Each time one of them closed, Clara felt her hands curl, her breathing was ragged, and she tried to ignore it. But she couldn't ignore where it was going next. With most of her body done, Lilly turned her attention towards Clara's breasts. They were not particularly big, as breasts could get, but there was enough room for each one to share three clamps. One to each side, and then one directly on the nipple itself. The latter was the hardest to endure of all, and as she felt the wooden teeth close around her sensitive buds, Clara could not help but buck, her body trying to get away, but Lilly followed, catching her and making her whimper as she felt the clamps finish their work.

Only then did Lilly stand back, admiring her creation. Clara was now covered with wooden pegs, centred around her arms, chest, and lower body. They stung, especially the wounds around her breasts, biting into her firmly, though doing no real damage. The feeling was hard to describe; Clara's body was trying to react to dozens of the pegs, each one pulsing its own quiet little beat of low grade but persistent pain.

"You ever used pegs before, Clara?" Lilly asked. "They're fun, let me tell you. You might think that they feel bad now, but they haven't even started working just yet. You see, they cut off blood flow, so after a few minutes, the places where you've been clamped are going to start to tingle. You're going to feel like nothing you've ever felt before. It's pins and needles times a thousand."

Clara said nothing, but she could already tell what Lilly was saying was true. All over her body, the pegs were starting to tingle, as though tiny little pins were being pressed gently into her flesh. It was maddening, especially around her breast and nipples, which were becoming utterly impossible to ignore. Her skin felt hot, and the pins and needles were growing more severe, the feeling deepening and becoming stronger, like a tide which was slowly engulfing her, rising, rising over her body. Clara's toes curled, her head bent low as she tried to endure it. Her breath was heavy in her lungs, and she felt sweat beading her naked skin.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Clara!" Alex called out. "Are you okay?"

"I..." Clara gulped for air, forcing herself to speak. "I'm fine, Alex. This is...ugh, this is nothing..."

"Is that so?" Lilly said, tilting her head to the side. "Well, in that case, you'll be happy to know that the main part hasn't happened just yet. What you're feeling right now is the preparation. When the peg is removed, the blood will flow back to your body, intensifying the feeling of pins and needles by several times before it begins to fade. Now, I can remove them gently, one by one, and allow you to recover in your own. Or..."

And here, she gestured to the end of each string, which still lay in front of her. Clara's eyes widened as she realised what Lilly was getting at. If she wanted to, Lilly could tug on the end of the string, pulling each and every peg tied to that string at the same time. Clara's gut churned, and her breath caught in her throat.

"So now it's your turn to answer the question." Lilly went on. "Are you willing to betray your sweet, loyal boyfriend? Why, just think of what we could do! Do you want to fuck him? You could right now. You could be in charge for once, and make him do whatever you wanted! Or we could have some fun ourselves, if you know what I mean. All you have to do is betray him. What do you think, Clara? Are you brave enough to make that choice?"

Alex watched from afar, seeing the way her eyes were pressed tightly closed against the pain, the way her body tensed, and how her skin had turned pale.

"Clara..."