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"Ooooooh ..." Olivia let out a long soft moan as her fingers scratched against the desk's surface and hips wiggled suggestively.

However, her moan was cut short as Sergeant Popov took her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and squeezed as hard as he could.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Olivia shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her nipples throbbed in agony. But the sergeant would not let go. Olivia continued screaming and Sergeant Popov continued pinching.

When he finally did release his grip, Olivia turned over on her side facing away from the sergeant. She curled up into the fetal position, clutching her tender tit-toppers. They stung and nothing she did could sooth them. As the tears streamed down her face, she was not able to stifle her sobbing.

Then she heard the now familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled and a fly being unzipped. Sergeant Popov said something in Vulmonian.

"He wants you to lay back down flat on your back," Officer Letov translated.

Olivia could not move. She was completely consumed by the searing pain in her nipples. Sergeant Popov grabbed her shoulders and forced her back into the desired position. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands from her boobs and put them firmly down at her sides.

Her nipples were bright red. Her flesh would undoubtedly begin to bruise by the end of the day.

Olivia looked up tearfully at the sergeant and then immediately regretted it. As he looked down at her with a sly sinister smile, he stroked his angry looking red erection. Olivia quickly looked away and shuddered. She had been expecting him to bring his thick fat cock to her mouth. But instead, he simply stroked himself. Then he barked an order at her in Vulmonian.

"He wants you to watch," translated Officer Letov.

Grudgingly, Olivia returned her gaze to the large meaty hand stroking the stiff phallus. Sergeant Popov's breathing increased in pace as did his strokes. As he continued to rub himself with his right hand, he reached down with his left and took hold of Olivia's right nipple and once again began tweaking the sensitive red tissue. While Olivia loathed the entire situation, she had to admit that the pure physical stimulation was arousing. Her clit throbbed with animal desire as the fat bald man continued his ministrations.

It was obvious the Sergeant Popov was nearing completion. His strokes became faster and faster and he panted laboriously. However, he also increased the pressure on Olivia's nipple. Before long, Olivia was once again wriggling around in pain on the metal surface of the desk.

As the sergeant continued to pinch and squeeze, Olivia had reached the limits of her pain tolerance. "Please," she begged. "Please stop! That hurts! PLEASE!"

While Sergeant Popov could not understand English, the meaning of Olivia's words was obvious. He narrowed his eyes and grinned as he began twisting the tip of her nipple clockwise.

"Ooooh!" Olivia whimpered as she endured unbearable suffering. Her back arched and her hands were balled up into fists.

The sergeant was grunting. It was clear that he was on the verge of a strong orgasm. He released her nipple just for a second. Olivia let out a momentary sigh of relief. However, her relief was short-lived. He readjusted his grip, resumed pinching the poor little nub, but this time twisted it counter-clockwise. And he twisted it hard. Very hard.

Olivia shrieked. Her entire body began thrashing around. She pounded her fists on the desk making a loud echoing sound against the metal. Her feet jerked and kicked. Her eyes squeezed shut as she continued to howl and scream.

As Sergeant Popov watched Olivia flailing about on his desk with her large tits jiggling, he could no longer hold back. His balls clenched and a thick white creamy stream shot out of his staff and spurted onto Olivia's chest. As he continued to stroke his cock and his balls continued to empty, he painted Olivia's heaving shaking bosom as if he was recreating a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.

He watched the pale colored fluid trickle and ooze over Olivia's abused mammaries as he s

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