When the neighborhood snob goes too far, revenge and re-education is in order.

The Neighborhood Bitch

by J.M. Sauvage

Imprint: Fetish World Books

This book is written in English

Style: Bondage/BDSM Fetishes, Fem Dom - F/F

Published: 1 / 2022

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STORY DESCRIPTION

Jenn is an entitled woman who thinks everyone likes her, but they are tired of her attitude, her racism, homophobia, and arrogance. Three friends restrain Jenn and take her to a remote location, where they can exact revenge for the horrible things she has said and done over the years.

Eileen, who had the biggest breasts except for Jenn, sauntered up to the tied bitch and cupped her jugs with her hands. "I'll bet your nipple clamps are really hurting you now, aren't they?" Jenn didn't respond beyond staring at Eileen with tired eyes. "No matter. You're going to give my nipples pleasure with your tongue while yours remain clamped."

That got Jenn's attention. Though exhausted, she was dead set against doing any such thing. She barely gasped out a "Nuh" while shaking her head as much as the strict posture collar allowed.

"It does look kind of cute the way your pony tails wags back and forth when you try to challenge my orders, but that does not make up for you being disobedient. Krystal, if you will?" The black woman came into view and held up another clamp. Unlike the clover clamps currently on her, these were flat, with rubber tips, and were not connected to another clamp by a chain. Krystal turned it this way and that for a second, making sure Jenn saw every aspect of it, before she put it on the right edge of her right nipple, at a 45-degree angle.

Jenn cried out in pain. Her delicate nipples were already being pushed beyond what she thought she could handle, but this clamp just tripled the pain ??" and not just in her nipple, but through her entire restrained, spiked tit. She bucked in an unconscious attempt to get the clamp off, but all that she ended up doing was making the heavy chain between the original clamps swing to and fro, and she soon stopped ??" at least until Krystal put a second clamp on the left edge of her nipple at exactly the same angle.

"Oh GODDAMMIT!" Jenn screamed internally as her eyes went wide, even though what actually came out of her mouth sounded more like "oh ohammeh!". It felt like needles were being driven though her nipple. She wanted to struggle, if only to remain defiant, but any movement made things worse, so she vocalized her complaint as loudly as possible. Just as the pain was beginning to lessen from all-out agony to merely intense pain, she saw Krystal glare at her from the other side of her body, now with another clamp in each hand. Jenn leaned away from her in a vain attempt to avoid them but felt the now-familiar burst of burning course through the other breast as she applied both clamps at once.
Everything happened all over again on her left breast, in exactly the same order; slicing pain radiating through her chest, a swelling that seemed to make the rope and the studded bra tighter, and the certainty that she was suffering permanent harm.

Eileen grabbed her ponytail and pulled it hard, pinning Jenn's head back against the back edge of the posture collar, and got her face so close their noses touched. "Perhaps you'll start to understand now," she hissed. "When you refuse, you suffer. When you challenge us, you suffer. You're nothing more than a tied up toy for three vengeful, turned-on women, cunt."