There was no more dozing. She’d start to drift off and the plug would alter its intensity, or would go from a steady vibe to one that felt like a racecar driver revving his engine over and over. And over. And over.
She hung there as the sky gradually brightened. She couldn’t see the actual sunrise, so she envisaged the map in her head and figured out she was facing northwest. Slowly,the trees went from silhouettes to textured colors, and the valley emerged from shadow.
Her body achedeverywhere. Her nipples and clit throbbed from hours of suction and torment. The random vibrations in her ass kept her clit pulsing and her pussy clenching around nothing. Every muscle protested the sustained position.
She was exhausted. She was aching.She was desperate.
But she was completely silent and utterly owned.
The sky was fully light when she heard him up again.
He went to the bathroom to pee first, and it reminded her that she needed to do that, too.
When he came out, he slowly lowered her once again, removed the suction bulbs from her nipples and clit, but left the vibrating plug in place.
Taking the suction off her nipples fucking hurt, and the plug still in her ass chose that moment to switch to the most annoying vibration pattern.
But he seemed oblivious while he wound rope around each bent leg near her knees — and then used long ropes anchored to points on the wall to pull her knees wide open.
He shortened the ropes, stretching her legs even farther apart, leaving her evenmoreexposed and vulnerable. She felt cool air on her innermost lips. On her swollen clit.
“You can scream,” he told her, voice low and calm, “but no words.”
And then the pain started.
She couldn’t see him. She was looking at the back of a sofa now, so she had no idea what he was usingon her clit. Sharp bursts of pain. Over and over. Eventually, she thought he might be using a rubber band to pop it.
Over and over, pain snapped against millions of swollen, oversensitive nerves.
She easily recognized his next instrument of torture — a fucking electric toothbrush, its bristles buzzing mercilessly against the raw tissues, rapidly becoming even more inflamed and excoriated. More sensitive. Fucking flayed.
Next was a cruel plastic beaded flogger aimed directly at her clit, followed by a plugged-in vibrator alternately pressing hard and then barely touching.
Next, he used some kind of mini-cane on it, battering it over and over. A heavy chopstick, maybe?
He’d occasionally use the toothbrush again, or the rubber band. The harsh plastic flogger.
He was relentless. Endless. Focusing solely on the most nerve-dense part of her body with the single-minded focus of a man who took pride in all the ways he could hurt her. Could break her down to nothing but pain and desperation.
She was determined not to beg. For one thing, she didn’t want him to silence her, but it was also a point of obedience. And maybe a little pride.
She bit her lip until it bled, screamed into the empty air, thrashed as much as the ropes allowed, but she refused to beg.
Until she couldn’t hold it back anymore when the toothbrush came out for the umpteenth time and she was already so fuckingraw.
“Please!” The word tore out of her, raw and desperate. “Please have mercy!”
- - -?- - -
He stopped, walked to her front, and showed her a large binder clip, metal jaws glinting in the morning light. His gaze locked on hers — calm, expectant, utterly in control.
No commands. She knew what he wanted, and he expected her to give it to him.
For one long, dreadful moment their eyes held while he waited for her to comply, and she considered refusing.
But this was about submission, about agreeing he was in control, so she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
He fastened the binder clip on, and she screamed all over again. The crushing, shocking pain was more than she’d expected, and it traveled all through her mouth, the weight dragging her tongue from her mouth.
