Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(24)

Tommy moved closer to her side, and she took his hand and held her breath.

“Strip from the waist up,” Angel commanded. “Now.”

They both obeyed.

Angel flexed various sized clamps, testing their grip. He deposited the pile of instruments on the ultrasound table and selected one. “Who wants to be first?”

Jessi’s eyes immediately went to Tommy.

Angel nodded.

Tommy backed up. “What? No. Ladies first.”

Angel’s evil grin grew wider, and he shook his head. “You were always my first choice, Mr. Blade.” He grabbed one of Tommy’s pecs and squeezed it so the nipple was isolated between his thumb and forefinger. With the other gloved hand, he opened the clamp and slowly fit it around Tommy’s pointed nipple before clipping it closed.

Tommy sucked in a deep gust of breath and closed his eyes. He exhaled and panted a few times while Angel waited for him to recover. A silent exchange passed between them before Angel proceeded with the next nipple.

He examined the instruments again and selected a larger clamp and a smaller clamp. He tore off the plastic wrapping, and they caught the light with a bright slash of white. He stared at both, contemplating which to use. More pain or less pain?

Tommy followed each movement of Angel’s hands. His eyes grew wider when Angel selected the larger clamp and discarded the smaller one.

Jessi held her breath as she watched Tommy grimace and squeeze his eyes shut. Wetness dripped onto her inner thighs as Angel meticulously fit Tommy’s nipple into the jaws of the clamp and sealed it closed.

Tommy jumped slightly and stared down at his chest. Both clamps now hung freely off of each nipple. His stomach was tucked in, which accentuated his abs, and his nipples were bright red and swollen from the harsh steel. He kind of laughed and shuddered at the same time.

Angel turned to Jessi with another sinister grin. He kept opening and closing another clamp with a loud snap.

She retreated to the back of the chair and clutched its arms. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and sent a shiver down her spine.

The evil doctor advanced. “It’s time to take your medicine, young lady.”

Jessi’s nipples were already rock hard, eager to feel the cold metal. She stood perfectly still while Angel tested one nipple by pinching it lightly and releasing it.

“Do you need some help, Doc?” The enthusiasm was keen in Tommy’s voice.

Angel handed him a clamp. “I could use some assistance. Thank you, Dr. Blade.”

Now both Tommy and Angel toyed with her nipples. They each squeezed the clamp, but quickly released it before it closed. They were testing her tolerance, which was surprisingly high. The soft pinches were like tiny love bites, and they sent another surge of wetness between her legs. She gasped and breathed heavily as they experimented with different depths of her areolas. The tip of her nipple, clamped between the vice-like instrument, offered the most stimulation, and she hoped that’s where they settled on placing it.

A rush of pain shot through Jessi as the clamp bit down on the point of her nipple. It was a spear of adrenaline that hit her clit like a lightning rod and shook her body. The next clamp, the one in Tommy’s hand, grabbed a chunk of her areola. She inhaled deeply and quivered from the sharp hold on her breasts. Pain and pleasure were interchanged. Her clit throbbed from the rush of sensations, and she fought the urge to touch herself.

Tommy twirled another cold, metal instrument in his hand and traced a line down the center of her chest, past her navel and over the small bump in her belly. He stopped and paused with the clamp poised at the mound between her thighs.

“You’re not—–”

The implement touched her clit and she gasped, fearful of the tight grip in a place too sensitive for such harsh pain. The tongs weren’t open, but apprehension still made her hold her breath. Fear was a powerful aphrodisiac, and she shuddered from the tingle that coursed through her core. Tommy teased her by pretending to grab her clit between the jaws of the clamp, but holding it too far away to accidentally catch it. He held the clamp up and opened it so she could see the sharp teeth, greedy and menacing. He pulled open the folds of her flesh so that her clit was fully exposed. Her heart raced as the open clamp slowly made its descent between her legs. It took hold of her clit lightly, without any real pressure, but it was snug enough to make her bolt upright. Tommy tugged on it, gently, and a burst of sensations exploded inside her like a grenade. Her body twitched and convulsed. The clamps on her nipples swayed heavily and sent a wave of euphoric impulses across her chest that collided with the electricity that ignited her lower half. She arched her back and hung onto the arms of the chair with a grip hard enough to turn her knuckles white. When her heart rate settled and the orgasm finally calmed enough for her to breathe at a normal rate, Angel and Tommy were looking down at her.