PINCH IT!!

The look of steely, annoyed determination returned to her face.

She stood up, grabbing the stun gun into her other hand.

I would have stolen that too, but it was too damn close to her.

“You really think you’re some clever asshole, don’t ya? You squirmy piece of shit. …Nothing has changed. Hand it back over or I’m going to fuck you up.”

She charged up the thing, making it rattle with electricity. Trying to frighten me.

I wasn’t scared anymore. I knew I had the upper hand.

“What? I thought you were supposed to be tough and powerful woman or something. Are you saying you need that thing? To defeat me?”

She scoffed and dropped the stunner back on the sofa.

This was too easy.

“Fine. You want me to wring your neck with my bare hands? You’re right. I think I’d rather do that.”

“Yeah… about that… You do realize, that you can’t do that, right?”

“Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?”

She was getting really amped up now. She was a few seconds from tackling me.

No need to be candid now.

“No. It’s really simple. If you try to hurt me… I’ll never pinch your nipples again. Like ever. For all eternity.”

The look of fierce determination began slipping from her face.

That’s right. She began truly realizing the power I had over her.

She was a serious athlete. I’m sure she felt like she had the ability to control all her bodily desires. The way she dieted, her working out schedule, her stress…

But this new desire… It was like she had no command over it.

No. It had complete command… over her.

She was all flustered again.

“I- What? I don’t- fucking- care about that! What? You stupid fuck! I don’t need you for- I SHOULDN’T BE FEELING THIS WAY ANYWAY! YOU DID SOMETHING TO ME!!”

Apparently, it really didn’t take a lot for her to resort to screaming.

“Yes. I did. When I grabbed your… nipples, two days ago… And made you cum like an absolute bitch in heat. You probably have never cum like that before… It felt good, didn’t it? It felt really, really good. And now you’re addicted to it. Addicted to my hands. It’s nothing else. It’s that simple. You’re addicted to this new pleasure I introduced into your life.” She breathed harder again.

“Go ahead. You can admit it,” I continued taunting her.

In a surprising move, she picked up a flower vase from her table.

She seemed to consider throwing it at my head.

But the new ground rules I had just established had a hold on her.

No harming me, or no pinching.

Instead, she turned around and threw the vase at the opposite wall.

Breaking the thing in thousands of tiny pieces.

“I DON’T NEED YOU FOR SHITT!” she screamed like a lunatic.

“Yes yes. Very dramatic exhibition of strength there. But it’s not going to help you.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Come on. Seriously. You need my hands, don’t you? Obviously your own fingers don’t seem to be doing the trick. And as for your clothespins… Well… That’s not an option anymore, is it?”

She grumbled, but suddenly, an idea seemed to strike her.

She kneeled down on the lower shelf of her living room table, desperately searching for something.

She threw out a bunch of stuff, until she drew out what she was looking for.

A small, metallic box.

It looked quite heavy.

…Wait, what was this? She didn’t have more pins in there… right?

She grinned her teeth at me, and then laid her massive mammaries on the table.

No, to be more exact, she laid her nipples against the edge of the table.

Then she picked up the box, and…

Oh Jesus.

SLAM!

“AAARRRGGGaaaahhhhh….”

She slammed the heavy box on top of her nipples.

The scream of pain very quickly turned into a pleasurable moan. She sounded like a junkie who had just gotten her fix.

But apparently, the burst of ecstasy was very short-lived.

She slammed the box on her nipples for the second time.

“AAAARRaaahhhh….”

This time the moan was even shorter.

If she kept this up, she might ruin her nipples for good.

As she was about to flatten her nipples for the third time, I stopped her.

“Don’t be stupid, Janice. You notice it yourself, don’t you? The pins, the box, the pain… It’s not sufficient anymore, is it? I mean that’s why you called me, right? The pins didn’t work that well anymore. You know you needed me. And only me.”

Just like her trait said. The calming effect of using tools on her nipples would only work for a short while.

Her eyes had nothing but disdain towards me.

She slammed the box down, for the third time.

“FAAAACCkkkaaahh…”

This time I could barely even hear the pleasure in her self-sabotage.

This needed to stop. I didn’t want her to have to go to ER or something over this.

“Janice. Just… stop. Let me ask you something. After I left… That’s not the last time you came, right?”

She stopped her motions, and stared at me with increasing hatred.

“Yeah, nope. You came each time Michelle said my name, didn’t you? And each time you saw my picture? I mean I’m sure you at least accidentally saw my photo on your phone, when you first messaged me, right?”

Janice pushed the box away. Her eyes stayed on me.

…It was almost scary.

“Yeah, well… When I suggested, that you cum from my name or my photo… those were just suggestions, you know? If you did… That’s because you… actually wanted to.” Bullshit, but didn’t matter. “You couldn’t forget what happened two days ago, right? I mean that’s why-“

She stood up.

There was stillness in her.

She was definitely planning something again.

Fuck.

“…That’s why… Your pussy can’t stop flowing… Unless it’s with me, right? I’m the only man who can give you that pleasure anymore, and, and…”

She took two steps towards me.

Something was wrong.

“Janice, do I have to remind you, that I won’t pinch you if-“

It happened so fast, that I couldn’t even step aside.

She practically jumped on me, pulling me down to the floor with her.

All of a sudden, all I could feel was pain and as my face slammed against the hard marble floor.

Before I could even consider making another move, she had her muscly forearms all over my neck.

I was in an actual fucking chokehold. From my former sister-in-law.

I began flailing about, trying to get my hand on anything that was close, but there was nothing. Nothing but floor.

I was getting a strong déjà vu. How many women were going to **** me this week?

She had the strength of a dozen of men **** upon my back, giving me almost no room to move.

This was as clear a wrestling victory if there ever could be one.

As I felt my windpipe closing, and began gasping for air, I could see something odd in my periphery.

It was her left boob. It was practically squishing against my cheek.

Her nipple was almost in my mouth.

“PINCH MY NIPPLE, FUCKER! PINCH ITT!!”

Oh… I see…

She was this much against losing her power in this situation.

She thought she could still get what she wanted by ****.

“PINCH IT OR DIEEE!!!”

…

Fuck that.

Let her **** me.

Nobody was going to **** me to do anything.

She grabbed my right arm, and placed it on her left tit.

I could feel the sore little nipple squiggling in my palm.

“PINCH IT! DO IT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! NOOWWWW!!!”

Fuck…

Again…

I could feel all my strength leaving me…

Things getting darker…

But hey. It’s not like this was new to me at this point.

With my remaining strength, I could let out only one word.

“…no….”

She began squeezing my neck tighter.

A mistake for her, as I almost lost my consciousness right there.

In fact, I might have even blacked out for a few seconds.

Things started coming back into focus.

There was no longer an arm pinning down my neck, and I felt like I could breathe.

I took a few, almost exaggerated, lungfuls of air.

I could see Janice’s nearly-concerned face in my vision… clearly relieved that she didn’t kill me.

She was lying on top of me. With her naked boobs towering over me.

In another situation, I could have almost enjoyed the view.

She looked really flustered now.

And probably the weakest I had ever seen her.

Which was a weird juxtaposition to what she just did to me.

“Jack…” she began, with her voice nearly breaking up. Probably from the shouting. “I’m sorry. Please… Just… Please, pinch my nipples… okay?”

…

I couldn’t help it.

I had to smile.

I had nearly died again, but I had to smile.

She was completely at my mercy. And now she recognized it as well.

But wait, why didn’t she…

Oh.

I was wondering why she didn’t get her phone back. But it had no use to her. The thing laid next to me. Screen shattered.

Probably broke the moment she threw me down.

…Not that it really mattered here. It wasn’t her only way of contacting the police.

The desire was too much. She had to give in. She didn’t have the strength to try blackmailing me again.

She was still desperately waiting for my answer.

After all, I had promised I wouldn’t pinch her if she tried to harm me.

I signaled that I wanted to get up, and she dutifully got off my body.

I was still a little dazed, and it was hard to speak…

But thankfully my backpack was close.

I pulled it down on the floor, opened it up, and dug for an item…

Ah yes. There it was.

She didn’t look too pleased as I pulled it out.

Nope. She looked devastated.

I rattled the metallic chain in my hand, coughing a few times before I could speak again.

“The thing is… Janice… krhm… Like I’ve always said… You are a bitch… It’s time to treat you… like one.”