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“…you will be hurt…”
She had to assume that, this time, he wasn’t lying.
Alex was there, facing her as she walked in. She was taken to the center of the dungeon room and her arms were lifted above her, cuffed and attached to chains hanging from the beams above about three feet apart. Her feet were cuffed and attached to much shorter chains in the floor.
Then Alex made her wait for several minutes, while the seven men who’d joined them in the dungeon gazed at her thoughtfully. In time, two men with leather gloved hands came forward and played with her body. One nipple was twisted for nearly a minute while the man looked her in the eye. She felt compelled to keep her mouth shut and bit her lip instead of gasping out in response to the increasing pain. That pain thread its way through her body and finally settled deep inside her groin where it tangled with the molten energy there and produced a spasm in her belly. Her response had its erotic undertones, though it was difficult to associate the feeling with sex.
Another man bent her
over his arm, as far as the bondage would allow, while another man began to probe her anal cavity with his gloved hand. He swathed her with a cream that began to warm the place until it heated her so viciously that her insides began to burn. He began inserting dildos into her rectum, fucking her with them, then pulling them rapidly out and replacing them with larger dildos, continuing this process several times until the last enormous dildo simply wouldn’t fit.
“Please, sir I can’t.”
“Oh, but you can, Laney!” Alex barked coldly from the sidelines. “Warm up her ass, that should help.”
The man backed off and another stepped behind her, and while she cringed with every part of her body seizing up, a thick leather strap was bounced off her derriere. Her flesh turned a fiery shade of red, and she moaned, half in pain and half loving the way the leather tore away the stranglehold she’d placed on her desire. She’d been too scared to be turned-on, and as the pain increased, her fear strangely dissolved, reforming only when the strapping ceased. Before her fear could regroup however, the fattest of the dildos was shoved into the previously ungiving space. She thought she might explode, but it did fit.
“Leave it there!” Alex barked.
“It’ll have to be strapped in,” he was told.
“Then do it.”
A belt was buckled around her waist, then two leather straps attached to that belt were thread through her crotch on either side of her labia and drawn up her ass crack, then snapped into the back of the belt, effectively holding the butt-stretching dildo right where it was lodged.
Her eyes bugged out as her body attempted to adjust to the impalement, meanwhile Alex stood haughtily off to the side, passively watching her distress.
Another sadist moved in front of her with glass bell cups that went over her nipples and a good bit of her breast flesh. Fitting tightly against her skin, the air was withdrawn from the cups through valves in the opposite ends, which resulted in her tit flesh being sucked outward.
She was forced to adjust to another discomfort and another level of pain that, depending on her ability to suffer, could be a blessing or a curse. At its inception, this new means of torture was no blessing at all.
Sadism rarely looks pretty and the pretty Laney Priestly did not look pretty now. Her face looked taut with pain, her limbs were already tired from the strain of the suspension, and the hurt in her ass and breasts seemed to billow forth, coming to her in waves and then more waves. Her mouth opened and she breathed raggedly.
Alex approached her, holding the leather handle of a cat o’ nine tails in his fist, while the braided leather talons dangled from his other hand. She starred at it in horror.
“Look at me!” he snapped.
She couldn’t help but look up, although she had no desire to greet this man’s gaze.
“I would think this would be the kind of thing that would satisfy a woman like you, who is bound to become the Marquis’ chattel for the rest of her life. You might want to savor these moments because they will be far more exciting for a woman of your nature than the endless monotony of mindless service that will be expected of you.”
He touched her cheek with his hand and she glanced away.
The sting of his hand on her cheek followed. “Don’t look away when I’m talking to you.”
Her being trembled now, racked by pain, and consumed by the wonder of the moment, and a bizarre ecstasy of erotic feeling. All her senses took another flying leap; she might come spontaneously. The moment lasted just briefly and ended as soon as Alex turned away and moved around behind her where he’d use his weapon to punish her.
The cat ‘o nine tails dug into her skin as he laid on the punishment decreed by the Marquis. Harrowing pain shot through her instantly, but with every pause, no matter how brief, she felt herself move another step closer to climax. She seemed to fuse with Alex’s steady cadence of blows, as they sprayed across her shoulders and splat against her ass cheeks.
The momentum built fast. She was right there, ready, flying off the edge into a rush of sweet endorphins, only to find herself abruptly knocked from that sweet subspace by one sharp, mean crack of the weapon that was worse than all the rest. She felt as if she’d been torn apart. She was reminded of how her breasts ached and how her impaled ass seemed about to burst.
She wanted him to come back for more. If just one more time he’d have taken her that high, that far, she would have plunged over the edge. But he knew this and backed off. Someone had walked in the door and stopped to observe.
“She’s all yours, sir,” Laney heard Alex say.
Because he was behind her, she had no idea what Alex did next or to whom he handed off the task of finishing her punishment.
Quiet bristled all around her. Then little noises followed—the scraping of shoes, the clicking of heels, and a few murmured voices speaking a foreign tongue. Her eyes were closed, her head bowed, her body almost hanging from her wrists as it slumped forward. Her legs felt like jelly and she had to pee. Her limbs ached, so did her ass and her breasts, which still endured the suction bells with increasing irritation.
