Chapter 11

Then, instead of a cock, an arm reached through the hole and a hand stroked Maya’s cheek. She jumped. The hand seemed to be displeased to discover that she was wearing a mask, because an admonitary forefinger wagged to and fro, implying that she should take it off. To the surprise of Eric and Gaëlle, she obeyed, revealing tousled hair through which she ran her fingers. The hand reached out to her face again and was apparently satisfied. For the next couple of minutes her face was caressed by the anonymous fingers that softly traced her jawline, her eyes, her ears, her nose, cheeks and lips. She let it happen, uttering little kitten sighs of pleasure. After the primitive, almost brutal business of servicing so many unidentified cocks with her mouth, she seemed to welcome this unexpected gentleness. She was totally relaxed until the hand moved down and stroked her exposed right breast, Maya gasped and recoiled for an instant. The hand didn’t pursue her, rather the fingers beckoned her forward again. She hesitated, then bent her upper body towards the screen. The hand encountered a bra-strap and again retreated, wagging a finger in further rebuke.

Maya, as if in a trance, unclipped the bra and shrugged it off her shoulders, then leaned forward again. Gentle fingers stroked the underside of her right breast and touched lightly on her nipple. The hand moved away and pointed. She rotated her torso slightly, bringing her left breast within reach of the questing fingers. This time the hand slid under the breast and lifted it, as if in appreciation of its volume. It discovered and played with Maya’s nipple piercing, as if the hand’s owner was considering his options. She remained motionless, making little mewing sounds. The hand disappeared back through the hole, and she exhaled. There was another couple of seconds’ pause, then the hand reappeared, pointing to Maya’s breasts, then beckoning her to move closer to the screen. It took a moment for her to understand what she was being invited to do, but then she pulled another cushion across and pushed it under her knees. The extra height brought her breasts level with the hole. When the hand began a careful and sustained massage of her right breast and nipple, Gaëlle couldn’t help thinking of what Jo had done to her own. If Jo could increase Gaëlle’s nipples by so much, what might this person be able to achieve with Maya’s, so much more prominent as a result of breast-feeding? Maya allowed the hand to draw out her nipple until it was hugely elongated, almost as if it had been pumped. She was panting heavily. The hand released her and disappeared back through the hole, beckoning her to move forward as it did so.

She shuffled forwards, flattening her torso against the screen, and inserted her right breast into the hole. A second later, a spasm shot through her entire body. Her mouth dropped open and her face contorted into an agonized, silent grimace. Eric started to scramble to his feet, but Gaëlle put her hand on his arm, reminding him that it was up to Maya to decide what she could tolerate. He sank back down again.

The man murmured to Maya, and she stood up, very gingerly. “Put the main light on,” she said. “He wants you to see what I’ve let him do to me.”

Gaëlle and Eric moved closer. The harsh light of the fluorescent tube revealed that the erect nipple of Maya’s right breast was trapped at full stretch by a clover clamp. Her face showed the tension of withstanding the discomfort she had to be enduring. Gaëlle couldn’t resist. She put her hand under the clamp and lifted it slightly. It was heavier than she had anticipated.

“Careful!” Maya gasped as Gaëlle was about to let go of the clamp. Gaëlle lowered it slowly, but Maya still shuddered when the full weight of it hung again from her nipple. The sound of a finger click made them all jump, and Maya swung round to face the screen again. A whimper escaped her, as the sudden movement made the clamp swing like a pendulum. She knelt down again by the hole.

The hand beckoned and she seemed unable to resist leaning again towards the hole. She presented her other breast for the hand’s caresses. It stroked and stimulated her, lifting and palpating her breast. The fingertips undertook a slow and systematic examination of the pierced nipple and its barbell. She moaned in pleasure. She seemed to have forgotten the discomfort of the clamp on her other breast. The hand invited her to offer her pierced breast through the hole. Her face revealed how torn she was between desire and apprehension as she tried to make up her mind. The hand made a dismissive gesture at her hesitation and abruptly disappeared.

“No! Wait!”

Maya’s cry shattered the silence. She crushed her body hard against the screen and used both hands to lift and thrust her left breast through the hole. Nothing happened. Whoever was on the other side seemed to have decided that Maya’s failure to give instant obedience deserved to be punished by uncertainty. She was straining against the screen, her whole body trembling almost uncontrollably. Still nothing happened. Gaëlle and Eric saw a tear slowly trickle down her cheek.

“Please,” they heard her murmur at last. “Oh, please. I want it. Do it to me. I don’t care what it is. You can do whatever you want to me. I need it, now. I’ll beg if you want me to, but please, do it.”

There was murmuring from beyond the screen. Maya listened intently.

“Yes,” she said in response. “Yes, I accept that it’s going to hurt, but I’m ready.”

Gaëlle and Eric watched the changing expression on Maya’s face. Whatever was being done to her pierced nipple took time, and she was revealing ever-increasing tension and distress. Then she shuffled back from the hole and stood, very gingerly, to face Gaëlle and Eric. Both of them leaned forward to see. The nipple and its aureola were enclosed in a little frame which resembled a mini version of the wiring from a champagne bottle. The barbell was trapped on top of the frame, stretching the nipple almost beyond belief. Maya was panting, her diaphragm convulsing as she tried to control and tolerate the anguish. The expression on her face, though, revealed that she was in ecstasy as well as torment. Gaëlle had to restrain Eric when Maya slowly struggled back to her position by the hole. She lifted her breasts with both hands, offering them up for the caresses she clearly craved. The hand appeared again and fondled her breasts for some time. When the sobs of her arousal were continuous, the hand took hold of each of the clamps in turn, pulling on them to verify that the clamps were well-attached, then, apparently satisfied, withdrew. She remained kneeling, her hands still supporting her breasts. There was no hint of what was expected from the other side of the screen. The seconds ticked by, as if the unseen person was waiting for Maya to work it out for herself.

14 She stood up and kicked the cushions out of the way, grimacing when the sudden movement made her breasts swing. She unzipped her jeans to pull them down and off. She had to bend over, and she yelped as the full weight of the clamps was suspended from her distorted nipples. She moved to stand with her pelvis facing the hole. The hand reappeared and a single finger plucked, once, at the elastic of her white cotton knickers. She hauled them down and shook them off. Gaelle got up without making a sound and moved closer to look. The hand had only three fingers. It had to be Jo.

Jo’s hand performed a twirling motion and Maya obediently turned round so her back was to the screen. Gaëlle bit her lip as she saw again how stretched and tightly clamped Maya’s nipples were. Maya gripped the handles on either side of her and then stood with her legs apart and her bottom pressed against the screen, like a female version of Vitruvian man.

“Fabulous,” she sighed and took a deep breath, then squealed as that made the nipple clamps oscillate. “Oh, this is so, so fantastic,” she moaned. “I never understood when people said something could hurt so much it was exquisite, but now I know exactly what that means.”

The hand reappeared between her spread legs. Another finger-click. The hand beckoned to her, and the voice whispered. She had to bend almost double and put her head between her legs to hear. She stood up again, her eyes revealing her anxiety. She shook her head emphatically, heedless of how that made her breasts swing.

“No!” Her refusal sounded absolute. “Not that. Not there!” Another pause. Jo’s dismissive hand gesture was just as definitive. He was whispering again. Maya bent over. “I don’t do that,” she said, sounding for a moment like a teacher. “And Eric wouldn’t want you to do that to me either, I’m sure.” She paused and then said. “All right, I’ll ask him, since you insist.” She raised her head and looked at Eric. “He says he wants to plug me ... at the back. That’s never been ... we’ve never ... it isn’t ... Oh, please help me, Eric,” she pleaded. “You do know what I mean, don’t you? You decide. You don’t really want him to do ... that ... to me, do you, please?”

Eric’s reply was almost instant. “Yes,” he said. “I do.”

Maya gulped and her breathing quickened. The panic in her eyes was obvious. She was clearly shaken at Eric’s acceptance that she should have a butt-plug inserted. She nodded and exhaled slowly. “If you truly want that, you’ll have to help me,” she said. “Come over here and spread my cheeks.”

“In a moment,” Eric said. “I want to see the plug before he uses it on you.”

Maya closed her eyes. “I don’t want to see it, or I may be too afraid to go through with this. You’re sure you want him to do that to me?”

“I’m sure and I think you’re sure, too, aren’t you, Maya?”

Maya’s voice cracked and Gaëlle could barely hear the word as her friend whispered “Yes”. Gaëlle went over to the hole and put her hand through it. Jo placed the plug in her fingers and Gaëlle drew it back through and showed it to Eric. She measured it against her hand. With one end of it at her fingertips, it reached a couple of centimetres up her wrist.

Eric stared at it and pulled an uncertain face. Gaëlle passed the plug back through the hole. Eric went over to Maya, kneeled down and reached round her. He grasped one buttock in each hand and stretched them apart. Maya fixed her eyes on Gaëlle, as if trying to detach herself from what was being done to her. Gaëlle couldn’t avoid an involuntary shudder. Jo touched it to Maya’s anus and she froze, her entire body rigid from head to toe.