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Her neck settled into the cool padded curve in the middle, and he placed her wrists in the designated slots before easing the section into position. Jasper ran a finger around all three restraining holes, ensuring there was no snugness to compromise her breathing or circulation. "Settle in, Anarchy. Like the spanking bench we tested out last time, this will feel restrictive until you relax into it."
Her delightful body was bent at a ninety-degree angle, displaying her ass perfectly for what he needed. Her breath wheezed out as she danced, fighting the unrelenting hold of the pillory. She couldn't get loose unless he released the catch, and that would take less than a second if something went wrong.
"Relax, Anarchy. I promise you this is completely safe. I wouldn't put you in there if it could hurt you." He stroked his hand down her back, the skin flinching under his touch. Slick, hot skin. Rigid muscles. "Safewords are still in play. Just breathe. There we go. Faster than last time. Clever girl."
Her arms went limp. Trembling, she capitulated with a quiet whimper.
In less a minute, he had cuffs secured around her ankles and attached to the long steel struts he'd set a good two feet away from the pillory. Far enough to test her balance, not far enough to make her lose it and choke in the stocks. "All set. Think about why we're here. Why you've earned eight strokes. I'm not going to make you count. Just relax, breathe, absorb the pain."
"I don't like this. I really do not like this."
Jasper picked the sjambok up off the floor by her feet and gave it a testing swish, tapping it on his palm. Too gentle. He swished again, noting Archie's ass clenched with the sound. Bad idea. A harder contact with his hand. That was about right. He waggled his fingers against the sting and sliced the air a third time.
The fourth struck the topmost curve of her upturned cheeks.
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Holy great fires of the higher beings!
Anarchy squealed sharply enough to shatter every glass object in a fifty-foot radius as the hippo stick bounced off the top of her ass and stung like mad hornets. It was in no way like anything she'd been imagining, especially not after she'd held the demon in her hands and gauged its weight.
Swish!She barely had time to think Oh, fuckbefore the second line of fire hornets bit into her flesh just below the first. Harder this time, eclipsing the blossoming warmth of the initial sting. Her cry this time was more along the lines of an ah-hah-hah-hah, followed by a third blow and an outright yelp.
Jasper was in his element. He gave her no time to catch her breath, just kept laying down the strokes on her defenseless ass in quick succession, spacing them evenly down her cheeks as her pussy swelled and throbbed, juices running down her spread thighs without hinderance.
Four, five, and six burned deep into her muscles, competing with the strain in her shoulders and back. Her hips swiveled and rolled, desperate to ease the pain as seven landed with an ominous crack. For a split second, there was nothing, then a howl of agony erupted from a place she'd never even explored within herself.
Somewhere deep and dark and feral.
The eighth and final blow hugged the underside of her ass cheeks, the hippo stick bending to the contours of her flesh. He'd saved the hardest for last, she thought before her mind splintered in tiny shards and ripped through her body like a glass-tipped tornado.
Blind and deaf, her throat vibrated with the force of her scream.
A single point inside her pulsed with her heartbeat, exacerbating the ache in her womb. As the pain bloomed into agony and spun within the tornado, so did her arousal flourish from need to downright urgency. Her hips pushed back, begging for more. More pain, more, more, more.
Hands on her face, wiping away the tears dripping down her cheeks, off her chin. Fingers stroking her temples.
Blue, blue eyes burning as hot and as bright as the embers beneath her skin. "Anarchy."
Anarchy, a situation in which there is no control.
Sobs turned into wet, hiccupping laughter. She was crying? When did that happen? Laughter morphed into a greedy moan as lips claimed hers. Claimed, conquered, devoured.
"That was the sexiest fucking punishment I have ever doled out. And we're not done yet."
Blinking tears from her eyes, Archie licked her lips as Jasper stripped off his shirt and cast it aside. His hands were steady as he wrenched open the front of his jeans, the button popping off and bouncing across the platform, never to be seen again. The zipper ripped apart, and from its demise rose the thing she craved more than her next breath.
Fully erect, the shaft painfully thick beneath an almost purple crown slick with precum...Archie realized she wasn't the only one being punished.
Without a word, she opened her mouth wide to receive him, tilting her head back. He stepped closer, guiding his cock to her lips. Moaning, she lapped at the smooth head, swallowing the copious amount of tangy fluid leaking onto her tongue.
Fingers ran through her hair, then fisted tightly. Held her still as he pushed an inch of hot dick over her tongue. Then another, slowly, slowly feeding her his cock as she closed her lips around his shaft and sucked. His groan ripped through her, spurring her own frantic need to be filled.
"Goddamn it, Archie. This fucking mouth."
The crown bumped the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She retched, mortified by the thick stream of saliva pouring from the corners of her lips. Panicked moans hummed around his shaft; the fist in her hair tightened.
"I'm not gonna last," he growled sharply. "Fucking swallow, Anarchy. Swallow every last drop of cum I pump into this sinful mouth."
