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As time passes, the pain becomes a blur. All I can feel is a burning, all-consuming desire that threatens to consume me. I don’t know how much longer I can take it, but I can’t bring myself to beg for them to stop. The pleasure is too powerful, too addictive. I am lost in a world of pain and pleasure, unable to differentiate between the two anymore.
And then, suddenly, it’s over.
They step back, leaving me hanging from the chains, my body trembling with exhaustion. Nightshade himself steps up to me, his eyes still dark with lust.
“You did well, Red,” he murmurs, running a hand over my hair. “Very well indeed.”
I open my mouth to speak, to ask for release, but he cuts me off with a sharp look. “Not yet,” he says. “You still have much to learn.”
And with that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the others and the aftermath of the torture.
I’m hanging there in silence, my body aching and my mind in a daze when Hatchet approaches. My body feels so heavy – even my eyelids – that it's a struggle to raise my gaze to his.
“Daddy—” I croak, my voice cracking from the strain of screaming and a lack of water. How many hours has it been? How much longer will this go on?
“Ssssh, little pet, we’re almost done,” Ghost croons, brushing back my hair and kissing my neck. “Daddy Hatchet’s gonna make you feel so good.”
I shiver all over and close my eyes, a second later there’s a sharp pain on my nipple and I hiss as it’s repeated on the other one.
“Fuck, Sugar, that looks sexy as hell,” Honeymonster murmurs. I blink open my eyes and stare down at my chest. I don’t even know when my top was removed, but the two silver rings through my nipples make me whimper, the sight of them sending a bolt of lighting straight between my legs. They’re beautiful.
I yank at my bindings and growl, frustrated that I can’t get free. I want to touch them. I want my release. I’ve always loved getting my nipples pierced – not the pain so much as the sensation that follows. The feeling of the metal going through my flesh, the tugging and pulling of the needle as my nipples were pierced was all so damn fucking sexy. I don’t know why I stopped wearing them. And these delicious rings are no different – so much so that I don’t even register the way they’re slowly being twisted and teased.
Ghost steps back and I wince, the pressure on my nipples is suddenly almost unbearable. He raises his hand and I flinch, waiting expectantly for another strike.
But instead, he raises the whip. It hits my thigh with a sharp crack and I cry out, my body sobbing in pain. I glare at Ghost, my eyes narrowed, and pull at my chains again.
Ghost nods, smiling kindly. “Sweet little pet, we’re almost done,” he says, running a hand down my arm. “Just a few more touches and we’re all through.”
“A few more touches,” I gasp, trying not to shudder. I’m tempted to ask what he means. But I’m too afraid of what the answer may or may not involve.
“Daddy Hatchet has one more gift for you,” he tells me.
I glance down at Hatchet, kneeling on the floor before me. I feel a hand slip down between my legs and groan as my clit is slowly and teasingly rubbed. Finally!
“That’s right, darlin’,” Honeymonster coos in my ear, “Let us make you feel good. You deserve a reward for taking Seytan’s punishment so well, Sugar Puff.”
Hatchet rubs my clit, while Ghost plays with my sensitive breasts from behind, the dual sensations sending me hurtling towards an epic release. Everything I’ve endured has been building me up for this moment.
My desperate gasp turns into a pained cry as Hatchet pinches and pulls the hood of my clit and raises the needle. I scream in agony as he drives it through my skin, the searing pain burning through me like hot lava.
A moment later Hatchet pulls back to admire his handiwork, then reaches out and pinches the sensitive skin. I whimper and he frowns, dissatisfied. He flicks the new metal piercing and I scream, my entire body shuddering with a powerful release. I’m sobbing now, the pleasure is so intense I can’t even form words, I can’t even think. I can just feel it. Overwhelming, painful, and so fucking good. I can’t thank them enough for this. Or I would, if I had any words left to give.
I don’t even notice my arms being unchained, can’t discern whose strong arms catch me, as I give in to the darkness and finally relax.
I’M GOING TO DO WHATEVER I WANT TO YOU
‘DO IT FOR ME’ – ROSENFELD
HONEYMONSTER
Fucking hell, this woman is magnificent. None of us fared that well when we suffered through our first punishment, and yet she took to it like a duck to water.
Never see a baby duck drowning, do you?
She feels weightless in my arms, and I’ve no intention of handing her over to any of the others or playing silly games for the right to take care of her.
Besides, I’ve seen the damage Night inflicted while she was – supposedly – under his ‘care’. There’ll be none of that with me.
