Wenda Threading Her Pair 
by tannim
August 13, 2016

	"Wow, they really darkened." Brendon squeezed the other skunk's breasts. "They still hurt?"

	"Yes." Wenda cupped them herself from below while her boyfriend squeezed hard from the top front. "Ung, yes, they hurt even with just a light shirt on.  You busted them just right yesterday.  Thank you."

	He pushed her hands away and grabbed at her split nipples.  A push down with both hands against her breast meat, then a pull back up, and he squeezed lightly.  Nothing happened at first, other than Wenda breathing harder from discomfort, but after several times, a hint of pinkish fluid shined on her teats.

	"Damn, I can't wait until these are actually lactating.  I want to beat your milk out of them."

	"I don't know if that actually works." Wenda pushed his hands off and lifted them up to the mirror again to admire the color. "They're so much prettier when their colorful, aren't they?  Damn useless things normally.  At least they can be decorative when they're busted enough."

	Brendon kissed her neck as he moved around her. "Be happy they aren't huge.  My aunt has to wear a back brace because of hers.  I think seeing her cursing them as she hobbled around gave me my love of busting yours."

	"Mine are going to get bigger when I'm pregnant." She smiled and leaned back into the next kiss. "But I do hope you can force that milk out of them as you want.  I want to see it too.  Until then, I'm going to the hardware store.  You want to come along?"

	"What? Why are you going there?"

	Wenda grabbed him by the front hem of his pants and hauled him to her bedroom.  The computer was already on when she sat him down.  It took her only a few clicks leaning over him to open the right video, which she skipped to about halfway.

	Brendon stared at a male dragon twisting a threaded screw through his own testicle. "Geeze, that guy's a freak... what the hell happened to his balls?! Are they ever attached to him anymore? That's about as long as I am tall!"

	"Oh hush, I like how they look.  You should see him walking around with them dragging along behind him catching on things.  He does a lot to them, but I want to try the screws.  Look, they go in and almost no blood at all even when they come out the other side." The skunkette laughed at her boyfriend's wincing at the other male's very male pain. "Oh come on, you beat my breasts for more than five minutes straight, blood and all, and you can't take a little bloodless piercing? Some sadist you are."

	"I like women, Wenda.  Guys aren't my thing and you know I don't like needles."

	"Well, I'm trying it, whether you want to help or not." She tugged a thin white waiting shirt on.  It was thin enough for the color to show through on her breasts as well as to show she wasn't wearing a bra.  In good light, somebody could see pretty much right through it. "Coming or not?"

	"What the hell, I'll go.  I'm not promising I'm going to do it, but I don't mind shopping while you tease people wearing that thing.  I can see the dark purple or red even in this shitty light.  Seriously, you need to get a better light in here."

	Wenda wasn't a skinny woman, but her figure worked for most guys.  Her thick hips, solid arms, and with a bit of chub on her that still showed some curves was a good look for anybody, but it was her disregard for males walking past her that made her stand out on the way in.  Some stopped to look at her and try to figure out what was wrong about how she looked.  Others just kept on their way with just an appreciative glance.

	In the store, she was even more impressive when two guys walked right into her and looked confused because of it.  They'd both expected her to get out of their way instead of moving themselves and each glared at her.  She ignored them with Brendon openly laughing at them as he followed her a few meters behind.

	"Way to go, guy.  Awesome job paying attention to where you are going."

	"Shut it, skunk!"

	Brendon swished his tail around and turned to look back at the man. "You really want to bother me, cat?"

	By the time he stopped annoying the man, Wenda was in the screw section running her hands over various choices.  Most had too shallow or smooth threading for what she wanted.  They were generally too short, too.  She wanted something that could thread all the way through the center of her breast meat.

	A portly rat wearing the store colors smiled as he came down the aisle. "Can I help you find anything, miss?"

	Wenda smiled back. "Do you have any long screws with wide threading? Not super close together."

	"I'm sure we have some.  How long did you have in mind?"

	"A little longer than this wide." Wenda lifted her hands to her breasts palms hovering a couple inches away from either side of them. "So I guess a bit more than 16 inches to be sure."

	She enjoyed the way his eyes focused through the material.  The color of her shaven breasts was coming through pretty poorly in the store light but it was definitely visible.  He looked away when he realized he was staring and she wondered if he thought the color was from a bra.

	"That's pretty long.  What do you need them for?"

	"It's for a special project.  I saw a friend use smaller ones and thought longer would work better.  Though he used threaded nails I think." Wenda looked at him. "They'll be going through my breasts.  I want a long one that will reach through both.  He only used them on a pair of testicles so only needed much shorter screws."

	"I... well.  I suppose that's right." The rat's recovery to the statement impressed her, as did the fact that he didn't walk away. "Only thing that long would be the All Thread I suspect.  Those come in yard long lengths.  It's over here."

	Brenda made the other skunk jump when he suddenly pressed his chest to her back and wrapped his arms around her. "Having a nice discussion I hear."

	Their helper led them to the far other end of the aisle and pulled out a long stainless steel fully threaded length of metal.  There was no screw head on either end, it was literally just a thick rod with threading.

	Wenda ran her fingers over the threading, then looked at the other options. "A little thinner than I wanted.  Oh, this one is nice and thick."

	Trying to hide his shock at her choice, the rat failed. "That's an inch thick! I don't think you'd survive the damage!"

	"I think he's right, Wenda.  You'd better go a bit smaller." Brenda handed her one half it's diameter. "Here, how about this one?"

	"I'll take four sizes and see how it goes.  Quater, half, and full inch." She glared at Brendon as he opened his mouth to say something. "I'm not going to use it first.  It's just for fantasy.  Actually, I better grab a few.  Can you cut these in half? Three feet is a bit too long."

	Glad of a topic he was certain of, the portly rat grabbed one and held it protectively. "Yes, we can certainly cut them in half for you once you purchase them."

	On their way back to home, Brendon smirked. "He seemed nice.  It was rather mean of you to make him size each one to your chest like that.  Just think of the nightmares he's going to have of thinking about those going through them, especially when he realized you weren't wearing a bra."

	"Heh, he did push against them a bit harder after that.  How long on the dish washer?"

	"They'll be ready in a few minutes.  If they're going in, I don't want them dirty." Brendon slapped her left breast hard enough to make her pull back involuntarily. "You sure you want to do it, then? Could lead to an infection."

	Wenda pulled her top off and squeezed her swollen breasts together.  She didn't say a word as she looked at their bruising and the scabbing where the split welts were healing.  Her first few times really hurting them hadn't been so willing, but it had certainly lead to her enjoyment of it.

	"Yes.  I need to be built up first, though.  I don't think I can just stick them in myself without being at least a bit close to orgasm.  Are you going to twist them through or are you going to wimp out like when I asked about needles?"

	"I haven't decided yet.  It still squicks me something fierce watching things sink into flesh like that."

	"But bleeding split flesh gets you stiff?" Wenda pushed herself up and hurried out to the kitchen when the machine buzzed. "Finally."

	Brendon followed her not certain he wanted to see it but not wanting to miss it, either. "No, beating them gets me off and knowing how bad it hurts does.  The bleeding is just an unpleasant side effect of the fun part.  Don't forget to put the gloves on before you touch them."

	She turned to stare at him, already reaching for the box of gloves after opening the dish washer. "I'm not an idiot, I know how to keep things sterile.  Or as close to it as possible in this dusty place." Wendas tugged the sterile food grade gloves on and pickde one out. "Oh aren't these beautiful... Shiny and so cruel."

	Her boyfriend grabbed the soap. "Maybe not, but you did forget to wash your bruise bags."

	"I didn't forget, I have you to do that." The woman hooked a foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it over next to the dish washer before plopping down in it. "Gotta do something to help get you over that fear of icky things."

	Wenda shivered at the cold liquid soap squirted onto her right breast.  It didn't hurt, but the skin it landed on was so hot that the contrast was intense.  There was certainly some pain when Brendon crudely grabbed her damaged teat to hold it while his other hand scrubbed roughly over it with a wash cloth.  He was very thorough while washing all around the dark purple and red tit, more than was probably needed, but the light pain of that play helped excite them both.

	Wenda realized she should have stripped fully for it when Brendon grabbed the sprayer and hosed the soap suds from her breasts.  She just laughed at the warm water as it was far too late to not have soggy pants.  The anticipation while she ran her rubber coated fingers along the quarter inch all thread made her forget all about it.

	"That's enough washing.  It's time for the fun stuff."

	Brendon sat on the counter a few feet away. "Your hands are shaking."

	"Yeah.  My heart is fluttering too." Wenda pressed the eighteen inch long screw against her breasts. "I should have asked for twenty or so inches instead.  These look like they'll barely fit all the way through both."

	"You have to get them in before you worry about that.  Go on, lets see it I guess."

	She snorted.  He really did look uncomfortable and kept scooting a bit further away from her.  After a few long deep breaths, she pressed the sharp newly cut end to her right breast, just in the fattest part of the side.

	"Fine.  Since you're too much of a pussy to do it for me." Her eyes narrowed at the first twist, then she fully winced at the second. "It's cutting..." Another twist, then another. "Damn, not pushing hard enough.  It's hard to grip this thing."

	Brendon said nothing.  He was breathing rapidly and wanted to leave the room just at the idea of what she was doing.  She twisted faster and pressed harder, deeply indenting her breast around the sharp metal.  Her butt always looked cute shifting constantly in her chair as she suffered and he found himself focusing on that rather than the twisting metal.

	Wenda grit her teeth and kept twisting, trying not to simply go back and forth but actually twisting the same way as if trying to screw it into herself.  That dragon had made it look so easy when he did it.  There had been some resistance at first but then it had popped through and gone in.  She was pushing just as hard as he had, surely.  Maybe breast tissue was tougher than his testicle tissue.  It hurt so much differently than a beating or a needle either way.

	"Damn this hurts! Go IN, damn it!" Wenda arched her back to push her chest up higher.

	The angle didn't help the soft tissue stop resisting but it let her rest more firmly against the back of the chair and she managed a bit more pressure on it.  It was the sharp tip continuously cutting into the skin that really made it finally pop through, though.  She felt it enter and her hand dropped the long rod of all thread as she grabbed the breast at the sudden powerful sting of raw tissue being abraded.


	"SHIT! OW FUCK!... It finally went in, too." She looked at the metal on the floor and the blood oozing out. "GEEZE that hurt.  Now I have to grab a new one..."

	Brendon looked away as his girlfriend grabbed one and stabbed it roughly back into the same hole. "Geeze, you couldn't do the first one, why do you think you can do another?"

	Her expression of pain gave way to annoyance and she gave it a vicious twist. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRENDON!"

	Wenda twisted again and again with her eyes scrunched in agony.  The metal threads hurt far worse than she'd expected and it wasn't really even in.  Just the first quarter centimeter had cut through and stabbed into the raw tissue inside.  It wasn't what she wanted at all.  It should have been sinking in as she twisted!

	Her hand was shaking too hard to keep a good grip on it.  Her arm wasn't much steadier. "I can't twist it at this angle.  There's nothing to grip and and it keeps wobbling... FUCK this hurts." She looked up at her semi-sadistic lover. "I need you to do it for me.  Please?

	Brendon looked away for several seconds.  He could hear her breathing hard and she was clearly still trying with the pained OWs and light sobs.  It looked so horrible when he looked back but he knew she wanted it, even if he really didn't.

	"I don't think I can.  Needles are such..."

	"IT'S NOT A DAMN NEEDLE! Now grab it and start twisting it through MY DAMN CHEST YOU FUCKING PUSSY!"

	It took the other skunk several deep breaths to calm himself down at that, he hated being called that and she knew it. Brendon stood up and grabbed it bare handed and yanked it out of her grip.  He ignored the light abrasion to her fingers as he threw it onto the floor with the first.

	"Fine! Put your fucking hands down by the chair leg.  If you want it so bad they are staying there so you can't try to stop it when it hurts too bad and you beg for it to stop!"

	Wenda smiled through her tears and did as she was told.  Her hands dropped to her sides and he used a couple long towels to tie them in place.  She was still bleeding from the hole and he paused to use the sprayer on it again to wash it off.  Forgetting about the gloves, he just reached in and grabbed the next.

	He jammed it harder than he'd intended into the hole and made her yelp. "You want it through, it's going through."

	The man moved to her side and pushed hard before turning it.  He kept as steady pressure as he could, with one hand grabbing her breast to keep it from moving with that pressure.  Holding her soft bruise bag he could feel the tissue grinding against the metal inside it.  It made him queasy.  Beating them was much less intimate.

	A high pitched whine built in Wenda's throat.  She felt the grinding far more than did.  It felt like dozens of knives were scraping around inside a wound and it just kept going.  The pain in her breast was overpowering and so very different from the beating he'd given her just the day before.  There was a sting from it, like there was from the paddle, but there wasn't any impact to sink in after it.  The pain was focused in a far smaller area, though that area was slowly growing.

	Her hands tugged at the towel as her body tried to fight it, but he'd gotten good at tying her down and they stayed put.  Wenda could only stare at the metal spinning slowly through her flesh and wish it would go faster.  It hurt immensely, but it WAS going in and the adrenaline and excitement were helping to push against it.  Her cunt was dribbling onto the chair seat.

	They both watched it intently.  Twist after twist kept it moving.  Brendon's hand wasn't too much steadier than hers had been but he had better leverage and angle and with her breast unable to move to the side, it sank in steadily.  The rod of all thread was too long to easily tell how much progress was being made, so he had no idea when he tore through half of her breast, but Wenda did.

	Her high pitched whine turned into a broken sob as she ran out of breath.  She had to take a loud deep gasp to suck in more and visibly squirmed in her chair to fight the pain.  Her breaths were shallow and fast after that, breathing too deep made the metal running through her chest move and every movement brought the knife cut feeling to a new height.  All the threads digging through her tit brought so many cutting points she couldn't even focus on them all.

	"Too much... too much... Too much... TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!"

	"You wanted it.  You made me do it.  It's going to happen." Brendon twisted faster, then moved to press a knee up between her breasts so he could twist with both hands.

	There was no doubt it was going in anymore.  His hands slipped and it hung out of her almost horizontally.  He was sure a few inches were inside and after another twenty seconds of ignoring her pained words, grunts, and snarls, he felt a hint of movement against his leg.

	"I think it's almost through the first one." Brendon dropped his leg and brought his other hand over to feel it. "Yeah... I can feel the metal moving in there with each twist.  I bet if I pushed it I could ram it through."

	Wenda's voice was hoarse. "No pushing.  Just keep going.

	"You ok? You're fur is soaked with sweat." He didn't stop while asking.  She'd made him do it so he was going to fucking do it.  His sadistic side made him voice a thought. "Should I go slower and make it hurt more?"

	"Fuck you, Brendon."

	"When I'm done and your pain bags are speared together." Brendon gave her other breast a smack that made her body shake and brought a long agonized sob from her throat. "Thought you might like a little distraction."

	He was right, though she didn't say it.  The smack brought that familiar pain to mix with the new torture of the screw.  There was enough adrenaline and whatever other chemicals her body made to put her in the hazy void between out of her mind and too well grounded that she could focus on some sort of pleasure.  Her clitoris was throbbing between her legs, desperate for attention.  It only just occurred to her that she couldn't rub it with her hands bound as they were.

	"Untie my hands, I need to touch myself."

	"No.  No touching until it's in.  You should have thought of that before you made me do this." He watched the lighter bruised inside of her cleavage intently while speaking.  The flesh near the middle of her breast was moving. "Here it comes."

	"Damn it untie them!" More tears ran down her cheeks but he didn't touch her hands.

	"I see a bead of blood!" Brendon gave her left breast another slap, then another.  It made his twisting hand wiggle and her breasts, too, but it was worth it for the deep inhale and sudden Ung from her throat as though she'd just passed out. "Don't you faint, Wenda."

	Wenda's vision tunneled.  She felt the pain of it burrowing through her skin in addition to all the grinding cutting friction inside her fatty breast tissue.  That sting of cutting put her fully into the zone, letting her finally smile through the tears.  Her legs clenched together, doing the best they could to take over for not having her hands between them.  It helped to squish her vulva a little against her clit even with as wet and slick as she was.

	Her boyfriend kept screwing it through after full breakthrough and he didn't like how messy the screw was.  It had turned red for the most part, but there were bits of stuff here and there from microtearing with all the threads.  He didn't like that he still had to go through the entire other breast with it, but he didn't stop, either.

	"I wonder if you can orgasm from just the breast torture.  That dragon friend of yours didn't touch himself.  Geeze it takes a lot of twisting to go through there.  I still haven't gotten to your other breast yet."

	"Hurts... so much." Wenda's head drooped suddenly and she went quiet.

	Brendon didn't bother stopping.  She'd just gone into her stupor from too much stimulation just like when he beat her breasts a long time.  It had scared him the first time but he'd gotten over it and grown to enjoy it.  She made more noise after she came out of it, usually in fifteen two twenty seconds.  He twisted a bit faster, using both hands again, until it pressed against and slowly dug into the middle of her left breast.

	The skin there indented just as the first had and he had to push her tit against the point with his left hand to give it enough grip to finally cut through.  Wenda woke with a cough and then another long whimpering whine.  He loved that.  Even with as much as he hated the piercing and blood, his dick was painfully hard in his pants from her noises and body.  Her whine stopped after another ten seconds or so and trailed off into just heavy breathing.

	Brendon really wanted to fuck her and just leave the skewering screw alone, but she wanted it through both and it was going through both.  He could tell she wanted him to fuck her, though.  She was squirming constantly in her seat with her legs scrubbing back and forth trying to masturbate without really being able to touch anything.

	  The screw was torturing her right breast just as bad as it had when they'd started, but she was deep in the zone with that agony blurring into her form of pleasure.  Her body was still fighting her and the pain was still there, oh so very there, but the tickle it gave her clit and whole groin from the excitement of what was happening to her breasts eased it into something fun.  She smiled through the tears and stared at the screw steadily burrowing through her bruised pain bags.

	It kept going, feeling like it was cutting her to shreds with every twist, and her cunt kept drooling from it.  Wenda wondered if milk would have squirted from her nipples had she been lactating.  Seeing a drip or spray leak out in time to her boyfriend's merciless twisting would have made it so much hotter.  She felt high with the arousal and pain mixing so deeply and even laughed at the thought of her chest squirting milk over Brendon.

	He smiled with her laughter and turned the all thread rod faster.  The threading had enough friction in the right breast to actually function as a screw and it burrowed through her left tit much faster than its twin.  Brendon focused more on her body squirming and arms tugging involuntarily at the seat under her than on the actual progress.

	Her breasts didn't sway any more with her movements.  The rod running through them only let them move with his hands and he didn't want to do anything with them but finish running it through as quickly as possible.  They were both silent other than the her occasional laugh, sob, and the wet dripping of her arousal onto the floor below.  It was nearly through, judging by the three inches left outside the right breast and he really wanted to stop.

	Wenda didn't want it to.  As terrible as it hurt, her body throbbed wonderfully with each turn.  All those nerves tortured at once blurred into just a single ache and she felt like she was outside herself riding the wave again just as she had when he'd beaten her the day before.  The deep dark bruises looked so pretty and the addition of the metal running between them made it even prettier.

	She was close to orgasm but nothing was touching her where she really needed and just couldn't push herself over with her legs clenching rhythmically together.  That dragon looked like he had had such an easy time orgasming from it.  How did he do it?  Wenda had never managed to cum without at least a little touching to her clit or rough penetration.

	"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! TOUCH ME!"

	It was a loud wail and Brendon kept twisting it through her, but he did brace the breast against his leg and reach down to squeeze her vulva and stuff two fingers roughly inside.  The motion pushed the rod down, making the agony spike again with it almost tearing the hole wider before he realized it.  The touch made her buck violently and jerk it even harder as she shook.  It wasn't an orgasm, not exactly, but that second spike triggered one and his twisting it quickly to try and get it over with triggered a series of orgasms following it.

	Her face scrunched up in tortured ecstasy.  Drool run down her neck as she made a strained groan.  Clear fluid squirted onto the chair hard enough to splatter off onto the floor and her boyfriend.  The sound of dripping turned into a dribble and she just kept thrashing in the chair despite it only adding to the pain.

	Brendon kept the rod moving and felt it wiggling against the other side of her left tit. "It's coming through!"

	Wenda couldn't watch it.  She couldn't see much of anything for several seconds with light flashing in her eyes and her vision tunneling again.  The blur of tears made that light look like fireworks with the distortion but she felt it exit, even through the orgasmic haze.

	Her hands jerked at her bindings harder until the turning suddenly stopped and Brendon jerked the knots loose.  Wenda grabbed at her skewered bruised breasts and doubled over in pain just holding them.  She yelled when Brendon jerked her sideways onto the floor.  He knelt right between her legs, dropped his pants, and shoved his cock inside while she held her chest.

	His arms wrapped around her and hauled her up with him. "Damn, I hate on the floor.  Alright, Up we go.  A quick spray and then right to bed."

	The hot water from the sprayer made her yell as he hosed off the all thread visible in her cleavage and Wenda couldn't stop crying as he carried her through the house to her room.  Each step bounced her breasts painfully and they were jolted worse when when he half dropped half set her down on the mattress.  He was inside her the whole way and he stayed there as she settled, holding her hips.  She calmed down once the bed stopped moving under her, but her chest still ached deeply.

	"That hurt so badly." She wiped her eyes with her arm and looked at her breasts without the tears blurring them. "Wow.  It really is through them both now.  Erf, I can feel it move every time you fuck me."

	"Good, serves you right for making me do that." Brendon sped up, pulling her by the legs until she was half on and half off the bed.

	The extra movement made her wince, but it made sex much easier.  His hips slapped into hers hard and fast, rocking her and her deeply bruised skewered chest.  Now that the rod wasn't being pushed through them he could appreciate it more.  The thing really did look nice with the unpleasant stuff washed off.  She wasn't bleeding visibly around the entry points and it complimented the purple, red, and yellow hues of her severe bruising.

	"You look beautiful when you hurt so bad for me, Wenda." He bent down over her, making her gurgle in agony as his chest pressed to hers. "Sorry for being a pussy about it.  It still bothers me going in, but I can live with it once it's there."

	Wenda wrapped her arms around him, still riding the end of her adrenaline giddiness. "I'm glad you managed it."

	They kissed and she let the man keep going for his pleasure.  She was too tired to push back into his thrusts, but he moved enough for them both.  His cock dipped rapidly in and out of her soaked cunt with ease while they held each other.

	Brendon kept himself pressed tightly to her chest, knowing it made her pain bags ache that much more throughout.  Her body was tired, but after being in the zone so recently she easily slipped back into to feel some pleasure from that subtle torture.  All the threads made themselves known while he fucked her and teased her nerves inside just like they had before.

	Having something to for her pussy to grip around made the pleasure build faster and easier than before and even as tired as she was she was soon pushing her hips up to meet his for each thrust.  Lustful tingles even had her playfully tugging on the threaded rod through her flesh just enough to feel the intense hot flashes of her body panicking from the abraded nerves.

	Knowing she still had to take it out and how badly that was going to hurt thrilled her just as much as his cock stretching her open or bumping against her clit.  Her thoughts drifted to the larger sized all thread still waiting to be used and she came hard under him just imagining the one inch diameter shaft burrowing through her breasts.  That was going to be amazing.  Taking several of the smaller ones at once through them was going to be, too, when she could handle it.

	Brendon added his orgasm to hers with her cunt fluttering around his dick.  He'd been too hot to last long anyway but feeling her squirm under him in bliss despite how much he'd hurt her was too much to resist.  His semen sprayed in while she squirted her own out over him.

	They held each other for the duration before he just lay on top of her, letting his arms go limp so his weight flattened her chest. "All better now?"

	"Mmm... yes." Wenda pushed him up. "Now get off.  These things hurt and you still need to unscrew me."

	"I'm not unscrewing it." Her boyfriend rolled off and gave her right breast a vicious slap. "You wanted it in, I put it in, but I'm not taking it out.  You'll have to do that yourself.  I think you're going to have to go pretty slow and apply a lot of pressure when you do.  That thing is going to bleed."

	"Fuck you, Brendon." She sat up and rubbed the ends, then the middle between her breasts. "I think it'll keep a while yet.  I'm too spent to deal with it now."

	"I don't suppose you thought to turn the camera on."

	Wenda lay down slowly. "Fucking damn it."

	"Well, we can take some pictures.  I know you want to show it off now that you actually have your tits skewered like that."

	"Screw it, we'll record the next one.  That way I won't be out of my mind with excitement."  She scooted over and snuggled against him. "Thank you for hurting me like this.  I love my handsome sadist."

	"And I love beating your pretty bruise bags." He laughed when she nudged him hard in the gut. "Haha, fine.  I love you too my sexy masochist."