Big Black Costume update

Yolanda flinched, then cried out—feeling the serrated jaws of a set of pliers squeeze into the skin of her buttock. It was pain, then it became sheer torment, riddling her body until another thrust from Courtney filled her with jagged pleasure.

She felt both, twitched between one and the other. Yolanda could take the pain, but not the combination that constantly switched back and forth as to what sensation was predominant.

“God!” she wailed, feeling drops of sweat trickle down her forehead and sting her eyes. “It’s too much! Dios Mio, too much, please, please, dear Jesus, I can’t do it!”

Barbara laughed and loosened her grip on the pliers, letting the skin out of its confinement to become a soft red welt. The pain lightened, grew into an aching soreness. Barbara knew exactly how to dominate Yolanda’s senses. By nipping at her yielding body and giving the captured flesh a little twist, she could inflict all the pain she wanted without doing any damage.

She didn’t want to damage Yolanda. She just wanted to break her.

“You’re doing fine,” Barbara assured her, watching her squirm in agonized discomfort on Courtney’s rutting cock, too out of sorts to properly enjoy being fucked, but her body loved it despite her mental misgivings. “You’ve humping that strap real good. Just like my Courtney is a good fuck when you’re inside her.”

Yolanda gasped and panted like a woman who’d just run a marathon, her face a cloudy white from the electric stabs of pain she still felt tingling out of her throbbing wounds. Her ass seemed like it was burning, simmering so that she experienced the rhythm of Courtney’s rutting cock more like some low-level tension, a pressure, than the crisp, clear sensation she’d gotten from being on the other end.

It felt less like Courtney was fucking her and more like the two of them, mother and daughter, were ruling over her. With an omnipresent grip on everything she felt.

“Please, oh please,” Yolanda begged. “Just tell me what—nhh—what I’m supposed to do. I’ll do it—I’ll do it—anything! But you can’t… just don’t fuck me so hard!”

“What are you supposed to do?” Barbara laughed. “You’re supposed to scream, baby girl.” She tightened the pliers again, clawing either side of them into Yolanda’s compacted flesh for a full ten seconds. “Like that,” she added, eyes gleaming with taut satisfaction as she heard Yolanda cry out for mercy. “Now you make her scream, Court.”

She pulled the pliers away, lowered them to her side. Courtney bit her lip in concentration: she put her hands on Yolanda’s hips and crushed her body down onto the strap-on. The full length of the dildo was hilted in Yolanda, while her pulling hands made the ropes that held Yolanda’s legs tighten until they were as taut as violin strings.

“Unnnhh!” Yolanda gritted out, the pain the pliers had left behind becoming a persistent trilling among pleasure flooding her body. It felt more than good—it was a relief from the state of hurting she’d been in.

“Okay, Court, that’s enough,” Barbara ordered. “Yolanda, you’re going to fuck yourself for my little girl. Do a good job and I won’t have to use the pliers again. But I’m warning you: you don’t want to slack off, no matter how good it feels.”

Yolanda’s mind raced with an ecstatic terror, like she was on a roller coaster that’d crested the top of a hill. Even with pain flowing through her body, threatening to flare up at a wrong move like a sprained ankle, she knew she had to please Courtney. Her ass still throbbed like she’d been stung by some massive bee.

“I’ll try,” Yolanda said, squirming on Courtney’s powerful, demanding erection. “Don’t use the pliers again—I’ll do everything I can, I promise.”

“Let’s hope that’s enough,” Barbara said, rolling her hands up the sides of Yolanda’s body until she came to her perky breasts.

She kneaded them with an almost mocking gentleness, making Yolanda wait for the pressure she knew Barbara would use on her—that she anticipated more for what she knew would come after than because she actually liked the pain itself.

But oh, that immensity of sensation after the pain had stopped and the pleasure flooded in… even if all she felt now was the sweet charge of Courtney’s dildo inside her, it just wasn’t as much as it had been when the pliers were working on her too.

The ropes cut into her ankles, but Yolanda still bounded up and down as fast as possible to do as Barbara wanted. It felt impossible to keep up the rhythm, but if she leaned forward and held her tied hands down on the ground, she could maintain her speed.

“Not fast enough,” Barbara said, taking her hands away from Yolanda’s breasts. “I’m going to have to motivate you, baby girl.”

As she spoke, she dragged the metal pliers over Yolanda’s flank, then pressed the closed jaws into the soft, yielding skin of her right breast. Slowly she opened the serrated jaws and moved them over the curve of Yolanda’s tit, onto her small, puckered nipple.

Yolanda looked down with a horrified shudder. The jaws of the pliers looked like the teeth of some voracious animal with its mouth open. Even before the jagged edges closed on her nipple, she knew the pain was going to absolutely stagger her.

“I’ll go faster!” she cried, trembling at the feel of the metal slowly grinding into her stiff nipple. “Please, give me another chance, I won’t let you down again, I won’t, I won’t—GODDDD!”

The pain charged into her body, scorching her like a splash of boiling acid. It was worse than she could’ve imagined. She let out a hoarse scream that quickly wore into a silently gaping mouth.

“Oh, that’s it, girl, that’s how you move!” Barbara cheered, watching Yolanda’s whole body jiggle as she thrust herself onto Courtney’s strap-on. “That’s how you service my little darling’s cock.”