Free Nipples Jubilee by Matt Nicholson Page B

never
known, and she had plenty of other distractions along the way. But
the thought of having him suffer in any way overrode her own
desires. She hoped that today's plans would both do away with those
hardships and finally let him have her the way he'd always stopped
just short of in the past.
    Zoey looked down at her breasts, wondering
what they’d look like by the end of the night, when the noise of
conversation interrupted her thoughts. She shifted her shoulders
and rolled her hips, watching from her haven in the dark as her
Master finally returned. Large, muscular, black-clad and hooded, he
led six men and a woman down the hall toward her into the dungeon
proper. Several men carrying cameras and filming equipment followed
them.
    An hour earlier, he had ordered her to
undress and take out her nipple rings. She’d done so without
question and cooperated fully as he chained her to one of the thick
horizontal crossbeams in the dungeon, pulling her arms up so her
breasts stretched into tempting, easy targets.
    It wasn’t a couple minutes later that their
spreader bar pushed her legs apart and left her ass and pussy just
as easy to get to. She knew what she looked like now, and she
forced herself not to smile as she watched the men peering through
the shadows to see. It was obvious they were looking forward to
enjoying her so naked, defenseless and wanting.
    Once everyone had gathered in front of her,
her Master turned on the lights, letting them see her in all her
helpless beauty. While they looked at her, she looked at them. She
recognized most of them, men that had played with her before. They
were all surprisingly easy on the eyes, which made it pleasant to
imagine them helping do the things her Master loved to do to
her.
    After letting her imagination run wild for a
second or two, Zoey noticed the woman, tall and strikingly pretty
in a just-on-the-edge-of-forty sort of way. She stood in the back,
away from the others, beside a slightly younger man with razor
stubble on his face and a slight hint of beer belly. She didn’t
have much more time to consider who they might be, as her Master
stepped up beside her in front of the group. His voice was
confident and proud.
    "Tonight is a very special night since it
will save this exceptional dungeon and begin a new era for all our
slaves. As you know, I’ve had some financial setbacks. Although
letting you use both the dungeon and my lovely slave has helped a
bit, it hasn’t been enough. Those problems end tonight. I’ve
negotiated a profitable film deal with a BDSM web site that will
give me enough income to pay off my debts and even expand if I
wish. I’m happy you can all be part of this great occasion."
    Very few of them were actually watching her
Master. Instead, their eyes floated over Zoey while they clapped at
his little speech. She felt as if they were deciding on what cut of
meat they wanted, drawing imaginary black dashes around her
breasts, ass and pussy in particular. The prospect both frightened
and thrilled her. Her nipples pull tighter and her clit start to
swell at the thought.
    "Each of you has generously paid to watch the
filming of what will be my most glorious moment with my slave.
Several of you have also donated more money to be part of the fun
and to help prepare her for my grand finale. If you’re ready, we’ll
begin."
    All of the men nodded, eager to start.
    "Good, then let the show begin."
    Several cameramen hovered around Zoey or
worked tripod stands, readying themselves to capture every moment
of what was about to happen from a half-dozen distances and angles.
She looked around, taking a last, deep breath before the filming
started, then gave herself one final glance. She was curvy and
petite, with firm cantaloupe-like breasts. Remarkably unblemished
despite the punishment they’d seen, they were tipped with large,
meaty areola, easily three inches across even when they were hard
from excitement or cold.
    Her thick nipples were dark and