Petting Zoo – Chapter 4

He pulls on the ribbon tie holding up Vanessa’s top and lets it fall to the ground, freeing her swollen breasts to flow out. All she wanted to do was protect herself but her arms were restrained straight above her head and legs spread apart.

“We won’t be needing that,” he caresses Vanessa’s face, pulls her hair back from the base of her head to expose her slender neck for his other hand to feel down and circles a finger around a perfectly shaped breast before giving a light squeeze.

“Ow, please go easy on me…” she regrets pleading as soon as she sees the swelling bulge in his pants.

“I didn’t think they would be that sensitive. We’re going to have so much fun,” he grins sadistically and took the liberty to fondle her heavy mounds, ignoring any cries and protests from his helpless victim at the mercy of his malicious hands, “they feel so heavy and full.”

“Please stop, they’re so sore, please I’ll do anything,” Vanessa begs instinctively.

“I’ve only gotten started with you darling. Plead all you want, I love seeing a damsel in distress,” he says as he pinches her nipples and tugs them up, bouncing them to check how much they weigh.

“No, stop! Please don’t! Anyone! Help! Please help me…” she desperately cries for help to anyone passing by, but attracts a curious audience instead.

“No one’s going to help a pathetic slave like you. Your only purpose is to be played with,” he says, fondling her.

He places a chair in front of her so his mouth is leveled with her breasts when he sits. His hands wrap around her waist and suckles on her nipple until they’re firmly engorged.

“Mmmmmm you taste so good,” he says and resumes to savor her, she trembles in his hands from the intensity of the suction. 

“Please stop, I’m so sore, it hurts so much…”

“I know sweetheart, so you’re going to learn to enjoy it like the good pain slut you are.”

He gropes her roughly, occasionally slapping her to see them bounce. The more she screams, the further he pushes her limits. Vanessa twists and pulls on her restraints violently to avoid the assault, but somehow the bondage tightens the more she moves, offering her soft body up to her predator, like a seatbelt in a car that becomes taut in response to any jerking motion, stretching her small body until no more movements could be made.

“Wow, what a great mechanism. You look so deliciously helpless stretched out,” he says, tracing her curves, admiring her perfect figure.

The tension presents him with two ample melons fastened in place, inviting his fingers to trace outside her areolas. She shakes her head, begs him to stop, but his fingers keep circling closer and closer to her dark nipples.

Without warning, he gives both thick buttons a good flick, shocking Vanessa into a trembling hysteria.

“Look at how hard you made me from struggling like that. I think I’m just going to have to keep punishing you.”

She shudders and wails as he tugs on her nipples for a good few moments.
“I have to see the other dolls on display now but it was a pleasure getting to play with you. Before I leave, we’re going to play a little game. You’re going to count every flick until we get to ten.”

“Please… I can’t handle any more,” Vanessa begs in tears.

He pulls her nipples up, resulting in her crying louder.

“It’s up to you my dear. Play the game and I’ll leave you alone or continue to be my plaything and it’ll just get worse from here on.” 

“One!”

“Good girl.”

He grabs her left breast and methodically aims for her inflamed nub. She closes her eyes, wincing just before impact as his middle finger gets closer preparing to catapult from his thumb.

“AAAHH!”

She gasps for air as the sting lingers.

“Take a deep breath. Nine more to go sweetheart,” he blindfolds her from behind, “is that better?”

Her senses sharpen without sight, her focus, captured by agony.

“Two…”

She braces herself but he waits for a few seconds to see her relax a little before firing on her sore nipple, her screams were honey to his ears.

“Eight more to go sweetie, you’re doing so well,” he comforts her by rubbing her areola.

“Three…” she says between gasps.

*Flick!* He aims perfectly at the centre then watches her shudder and cry.

“Mercy… please… I need a break… I can’t keep going.”

“That’s okay, you can take your time,” he says mockingly. He alternatively gropes her large breasts roughly, dragging out her torment.

Realising her predicament, she counts faster, hoping to get her punishment over and done with.

“Ten…” she forces herself to prompt the last strike through her sobs. 

“We’re going to make this one count,” he circles his finger around her battered nipple before releasing the most painful hit.

*FLICK!*

She screams as the last hit fires on her swollen nub like a hundred needles piercing at once; he breaks her into a sobbing mess.

“There, there…,” he leans in to gently suck on her beaten, left nipple, “you’re so good at taking your punishment. I wish you could see this but this nipple looks so much more dark red and swollen compared to your right one,” he pushes her breasts together in the centre to compare,” I think it’s only fair that this one… receives the same treatment,” he says as his finger circles around the right areola.

“No, no, no, please, I can’t do that again…” she cries. 

Vanessa’s relief immediately flips back into panic and defaults to begging which results in more torture for her already sore breasts and nipples.

“Are you ready to start counting my dear?” he asks, softly tugging on the right nipple, slowly growing her anticipation of the impending agony he was about to inflict.

“One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight…” Vanessa pushed through, wailing after each strike, but attempts to not give him enough time to aim even though she was broken down sobbing from the unrelenting torture.

“You’re so brave. I know you’re trying to get this over with quickly but we’re going to make sure the last three lands directly in the middle of your beautiful red nipple,” he grabs her breast to steady his target and releases excruciating strikes on her raw, swollen nipple forcing an ear piercing scream to escape from her.

“Please… I can’t take anymore, it’s too much, please…”

“There there… deep breaths honeypot, you only have two more to go and I promise I’ll let you be,” he persuades her by rolling her nipples between his crushing fingers.

“Nine… OWWW!”

“Last one sweetie,” he pushes her to keep going, pulling her abused nipples away from her. 

“Ten…”

*Whack!*

“AAAAGH!”

Tears stream down the poor girl’s face as she sobs uncontrollably.

“You did it baby girl, I’m so proud of you. I’ll leave you to collect yourself. Enjoy the rest of your night.” 

He removes the blindfold off her, revealing an entertained crowd who revelled in her suffering, then he wipes away her tears before running off to see more of what the fair had to offer.

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“Oh sweetie, you’re a mess. Let’s freshen you up for your next customer,” Rayne appears from the other side after helping Autumn get ready for hers.

Rayne washes Vanessa’s face, breasts, and underarm with a soft damp cloth and spray, paying no attention to Vanessa’s whimpers from friction on her sensitive nipples.

“Please take me back, that was a nightmare.”

“I can tell, look at how bright red he made your poor nipples. You should hope for your next few clients to be more gentle or you’re going to have a long night. That was only twenty minutes with him and you still have at least five more hours to go.” 

Vanessa’s stomach sank. Five more hours of torture? There’s no way. What if he comes back? What if there’s someone worse?

Rayne reapplies the lotion on Vanessa’s body and loosens the bondage to allow her muscles to relax until the next struggle.

“Crying will only make some want to give you a reason to cry harder. Take a deep breath. Have a drink,” Rayne offers Vanessa some apple juice and ties her top back on.

*Ding* Rayne’s phone went off.

“That’s my cue. I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with the next one.”

“Wait, I need a break, please,” Vanessa was about to burst into tears again but Rayne was already gone.

“Are you okay?” Autumn asks.

“No… I can’t handle any more.”

“Shhh… There’s more coming this way. Try not to drag any attention and maybe they’ll leave us alone.”

One passerby just finished their potato swirl. With the blunt end of her skewer, she pokes around Vanessa’s soft breasts, puffy areolas, circling dots into her tender nipples. 

“Ow ow ow… please stop,” she begs, amusing the audience.

“Keep begging slave, maybe I’ll go easy on you,” she laughs at her victim.

Every light poke feels like a sharp needle puncturing her delicate gum drops, making her squirm and squeal, a reaction worth watching for the onlookers.

As much as the models try not to attract anyone, more customers came in to play with the new toys. Some would have a quick play before moving onto the next display, others would linger and drag out the torture.

As it grew later into the night, less people were stopping by Vanessa’s stand which she was grateful for and appeared more interested in other displays near the centre of the fair. With fingers crossed, she hoped that her night was over and that someone would come back soon to pack her up, but hope withered away when a familiar face showed up.

“What a pleasant surprise!” the elder man who Vanessa and Rayne ran into earlier walks towards her stand and swipes his card on the turnstile, “I was hoping I’d run into you again. I didn’t think you’d be right here near the entrance. How are you, dollface? You look like you’ve had a big day.”

“It could be better,” Vanessa looks down uncomfortably, seeing that her next customer is a man her father’s age or possibly older.

He caresses Vanessa’s breasts and sees her wince in pain.

“Are you hurt? Let me have a look,” he says, taking a seat, positioning himself in front of her large perky breasts.

He takes her top off slowly while she awkwardly looks away on the verge of crying again, feeling violated while the significantly older man gazes at her soft curves.

“Oh sweetie, they look painfully swollen… let me kiss it better.”

“No please, you don’t have to…” her words taper off, knowing that he will do whatever he pleases with her young body.

She closes her eyes to imagine like she was somewhere else, but the sting brought her back as he sucked on her abused nipple.

“OWWW!”

“You poor thing… I’m sorry that hurt, but you’re so beautiful and I’ve been looking forward to playing with you ever since we ran into each other. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

The man ball gags and blindfolds Vanessa before jiggling her breasts. She whimpers through the gag in an attempt to find mercy but there was none.

“Now where were we,” he cups both melons, one in each hand and starts sucking on a nipple, her pleas for him to stop were disregarded. After she gets a little quiet, he begins to flick her sore nipple with his tongue, rewarding him with squeals, prompting him to continue and to squeeze her tender breasts harder which forced more panicked sounds to escape. A hand slides down to her waist and hips, feeling her shape and finds itself wet between her legs.

“What is going on here little girl? You’re soaked, you poor thing, let me help you with that.”

He goes back to tonguing her other nipple while his hand explores her private parts, feeling the soft delicate folds. Vanessa’s legs tense up, subconsciously trying to close them but they were held apart in place by the spreader underneath her.

With nowhere to run and nothing to do, she could only feel everything being done to her, however, no matter how hard she tries to resist, her body betrays her, lubricates the entrance, and welcomes more violation.

His hands keep rubbing all over her exposed vulva to spread her juices around evenly, stroking her like the pet she is.

It didn’t take long for her to start bucking her hips, cuing him to put more pressure on her clit.

“That’s it little girl, it’s so good to see you enjoy yourself, it looks like you need relief.”

Her legs begin to shake and he could feel her close to a climax, but he stops right before tipping her over the edge. Vanessa groans in frustration.

“Would you like to cum?” he asks.

On one hand, she was so close and desperately needed to climax, but to admit that she wanted to was grossly embarrassing.

“No answer?” he says as he builds her orgasm up again slowly, rubbing lightly over her aroused clit that was sticking out of its hood, careful to not finish her off.

Her legs started shaking again, the warm feeling between her legs grew, her head spun, but as soon as her eyes were about to roll back, he stopped touching her swelled up button and went back to squeezing her heavy jugs painfully.

“It’s okay to ask for pleasure darling. I would like your consent before finishing you off. I can see how much you really want it.”

Frustrated, Vanessa starts to tear up from the pressure building in her insides. After seeing her calm down, he starts nibbling on her nipple and rubbing her clit while the other hand explores her opening behind, rubbing over the puckered surface that was well lubricated from her dripping pussy. 

(No, no, no not there…) she tries to wiggle her hips away to redirect his hand away from 

Vanessa feels the growing orgasm inside again that seems to intensify each time he edges her. Her legs grew weak, her head began to spin again, her unfiltered moans were unmistakable for pleasure.

“Last chance sweetheart. Would you like to cum?”

Unable to think clearly, Vanessa nods desperately to be finished, but he stops again, and takes her gag off.

“You’re going to beg me to make you cum. I’d like you to be sure that that’s what you want.”

The shame of having to use her words to beg floods her cheeks pink.

“May I please cum?” she says quietly, embarrassed to admit that she was enjoying the assault.

“I couldn’t quite hear you. What was that sweet pea?” He slows down, but keeps a steady rhythm to push her close to the edge without her falling off.

“Please make me cum, Sir,” she begs louder, disoriented in a shivering trance with a deep need to be satisfied.

“I would love to, beautiful.” 

He sucks on her nipple harder, rubs her clit more firmly at a steady pace and curls two fingers into her G-spot. Lost in a haze of oxytocin flooding in her brain, her back arches as far as it could as she shuddered violently.

“What a good girl. You are soooo beautiful.”

He continues to stimulate her for at least a minute after she starts climaxing, squeezing every drop of arousal.

“Stop! Please! I can’t take it anymore,” Vanessa’s cries from the pressure inside her but he continues to stimulate her, forcing her to shudder uncontrollably and squirt all over the floor.

“Look at you go,” he slows down to a stop.

“Let me clean her up for you,” Rayne’s voice chimes in.

While Rayne wipes Vanessa’s fluids off the floor, he takes off her blindfold to show her the crowd who witnessed her beg and lose control.

Vanessa grew even more red than she already was after being made to climax by an older man in front of an audience.

“Are you ready to go home?” Rayne asks the worn out doll; she responds with a nod.

(Home… what a strange word to call this place.)

Rayne escorts Vanessa back to her room, sets her free in the small enclosure and shows her the care kit in the bathroom.

“Here are some necessary essentials. If you need anything else, just press this button and either myself or another staff member will assist you. Don’t overuse it or you’ll get in trouble. There will be a group morning workout tomorrow for this floor at 9am. Here’s your gym outfit. The alarm will ring at 8am so you will have enough time to get ready. Make sure you’re dressed and ready by the door before 9 when it opens. Don’t be late,” Rayne says, handing her a sports bra and tight shorts, “get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

“What’s happening tomorrow after the workout?”

“The less you know, the better. My shift’s about to end. Goodnight gorgeous,” Rayne winks at her and makes her way out, leaving Vanessa alone with her thoughts.

Vanessa slumps on the surprisingly super comfy bed and stares at the ceiling.

(How did I end up here? Where am I? Will I see my mom again? Dad, this is all your fault. Celine said there’s a chance of getting out of here right? What just happened?) Waking up this morning in her own bed, in her childhood home with her family felt like a lifetime ago. Nothing could have prepared her for this.She decides to take a warm shower after thinking about how many fingers and tongues have explored her body. She carefully lathers herself up, wincing as she washes her own breasts that were much more sore than before after the abuse they had to endure at the fair. After rinsing, she wraps herself in an extra large soft cotton towel, brushes her teeth, flops back on her bed. Feeling so clean but disgusting at the same time as she replays the day in her head.  (What if someone recognised me?) She curls into the fetal position with tears welling up while scenes of her being used and treated like an object run through her mind. Shame tossed and turned her on her bed until she was swallowed into  deep sleep by exhaustion’s mercy.