Free JASON by Candace Smith

used to a little pain. Jason noted there was not too much fear in her features. Her expression was slightly confused and hurt.
    Amy opened her eyes again and turned her head down towards her breasts. Her nipples were being pinched hard by something like clothespins and she wondered why the man was doing this. She had come to him like he had asked her to do. A few seconds later, she felt his fingers on her pussy. He was stroking her, and she began shaking her head and crying again. No. Oh, please. Don’t do this. Amy could already feel herself getting wet. Something soft and rubbery slid inside of her, and a low buzzing came from her crotch as the dildo began to vibrate. She whined in pleading humiliation as the seat beneath her began to get damp.
    Jason pinched her engorged nipples, red now from the trapped blood. The girl did not fly into more of a panic, and he could see from the flush spreading across her face, neck, and chest that she was primarily embarrassed more than in real pain.
    Amy screamed and she tried to rub her hips to dislodge the device in her pussy. Stop. Oh, god. Stop doing this to me.
    Jason was not finished. He picked up two gold hoops and held them up against her nipples. While she shrieked and leaked cream onto the seat, he pierced her nipples, leaving them clamped for the moment. Jason stroked her slit and felt the stiff nub of her clit poking out, and extremely sensitive and accessible. He wiggled it twice and she almost climaxed before he could seat the clamp.
    “Aahh… oh,” Amy wailed miserably, while her pussy betrayed her and tried to grip the slick dildo and gain enough hold to offer her relief. The ring sliding through her clit was agonizing, and yet she still clasped her muscles around the vibrator to absorb its arousing torment.
    Without preamble, the man turned it off and removed it. Amy cried softly, half in frustration and half with relief. Her rest was to be short lived. Amy felt something soft and flat slip through the ring he had pierced through her clit. It clipped onto the top of the ring, and when it switched on it shivered against the taut, painful bead. Even with the new piercing, even with him pinching her clamped nipples and tugging gently at the new hoops, she climaxed with a shrieking scream that caused J to glare angrily across the room.
    Master walked back to the cages and let J service him. He said quietly, “Ah, my jealous pleasure slave. Do you want me to pierce your nipples and pussy, too?”
    J gasped. She had no idea he had been torturing the other slave. She smiled in satisfaction around the cock in her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down with renewed commitment.
    Amy was led slowly through other horrendous devices in the cellar, while J relieved his pent up arousal from A’s performances. Where J was allowed frequent climaxes, A was kept on the edge of her passion until Jason was satisfied with her tormented display. Jason would roll her agony into a frenzied climax, and by the end of the month she was beginning to understand her connection to pleasure and pain. There were still three months left to prepare her for shipment, and Jason was encouraged by her response.
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    August 3 rd - Arbor Heights Police have confirmed the disappearance of the twenty year old granddaughter of founding business entrepreneur Harvey Thornton. Amy Thornton vanished from her Arbor Heights apartment, after her early morning route delivering the Napier Herald.
    As yet, there has been no demand for ransom. Brad Johnson, a co-worker who had spoken to Ms. Thornton before they left to drive their delivery routes, said she mentioned she was considering a short vacation in Florida. Ms. Thornton’s car was still in its assigned parking space at the apartment complex and none of her credit cards have been used since the young woman stopped for gas before delivering her papers. Unconfirmed sources state Brad Johnson is a person of interest in Ms. Thornton’s disappearance.
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