The images were pieces I wrote years ago. Some didn’t get published, and occasionally I write them again. There should be a poll soon about posting them all here, but for now Images 1-40 can be found on my ASSTR site . I’m not sure what happened to 41, it seems to have gone missing.

Girl #16180 will be a bit late this week, but will be up as soon as we can manage. For now I offer this image. It is cautionary for some good reason, and certainly complies with our adult policy, so decide on the link based on where you sit.

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The first time I saw Jade scream, I was at the Dragon’s Dungeon. I had just gotten an import at the bar. She was on the stage, bleeding from her breasts. There were about fifteen or twenty needles piercing her as her top slid one right through her left nipple. That was when she screamed.

It was a beautiful scream — a shriek, really. It was visceral and piercing, her mouth open, her teeth bared. She pulled against the restraints; her entire body arcing as she tried to get free. I felt my cock press against my leather pants as I watched. I took a deep drink of my beer, savoring the moment.

I watched over the rim of my mug as Jade’s top calmed her. Her eyes, though, were still distant and wild. Then he pierced her other nipple and she screamed again, this time even higher in pitch, a squealing scream that overcame the background music. Her hands clenched and unclenched; her torso curled up as pulled against the bonds, trying to curl into a ball, to protect her breasts. Blood trickled down her white skin, drips on her large belly rolled towards her cunt like beads of sweat, trailing crimson paths behind them.

I watched, shifting from foot to foot, trying to give my rampant cock some space to be. A club submissive saw me and rubbed my cock, whispering sweet offerings for a night of passion or a blowjob right there and then. She, too, had been watching.

The woman on the stage had all my attention, so I waved the submissive away, but she continued to stand there. My cock ached, wanting release, but it was Jade’s hardon, caused by the bleeding girl on the stage, and I would see her through this scene. She was calming down, and her top gently touched her breasts. She gasped, but didn’t scream. He whispered in her ear, and she shook her head widely. The club submissive buried her head in my lap. I watched, transfixed.

The top, his lips still pressed close to Jade’s ear slid his hand between her outstretched legs, down the thin line of her pubes, to her exposed slit. I watched as his finger slid between her lips, pressing her clit. I watched his lips form a single word, a single command: “Come.”

She screamed again. This time, it was a low, bass, grunting scream. Everyone in the club stared as she came. The submissive below me, her lips brushing against my leather-clad groin stopped and turned to watch. The woman on the stage continued to scream, her mouth open wide, her breath but a hiss. She was still coming. Her skin turned bright pink, from her head down, over her tortured breasts, until she was almost purple. Finally she collapsed in on herself, her hair plastered against her body, her breasts still pierced and bleeding.

The club submissive turned back to my cock, fishing it out, and licking it, as I pulled her hair. I watched as the top removed the needles, carefully cleaning the wounds with alcohol. She let him do his work, completely satiated and submissive from his attentions.

I would take the club submissive home tonight. I would beat her and fuck her and make her scream. But her screams would be nothing like the woman on the stage. And as I slid in and out of her red ass, I would think of the piercing and guttural screams I had heard at the club tonight: of Jade’s pierced nipples, and her long and powerful orgasm.

And, as I fucked the club submissive, I knew that one day, I would have Jade, too.