Chapter 14
Hollow
The pliers clink to the floor as I stand up. My eyes trace the thin lines of blood trickling down from her nipples where my partner and I originally placed the needles. Four of them; two through each nipple, creating a perfect symmetrical pattern.
The metal glints under the fluorescent lights, catching my attention each time her chest rises with panicked breaths.
“I think we’ve had enough restraints for now,” I say as I move behind her chair.
My fingers work methodically at the knots, loosening them to free her wrists. “Don’t get excited. You’re not going anywhere.”
She immediately tries to reach for the needles in her breasts, but I catch her wrists from behind, squeezing until she whimpers.
“No touching. Those stay in.”
I release her ankles next, keeping a firm grip on her upper arm as I pull her to her feet. Her legs buckle immediately, still weak from the knife wound and the drugs in her system.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, her voice broken from all of the screaming.
I don’t answer. Instead, I sit down in the chair she was just in and pull her onto my lap roughly, one leg on each side.
I tilt my head toward him, a silent cue before the words follow. “Come here.”
Her body tenses against mine as I position her to straddle me, her covered pussy pressed against the bulge in my pants. The needles in her nipples bob slightly with each movement, sending fresh drops of blood down her pale skin.
He approaches from behind her, his head tilted with that curious, childlike quality that always precedes to his worst impulses.
“Cut her underwear off and then place your knife at her throat,” I instruct him. “Make sure she doesn’t move too much.”
Puppet’s eyes widen as my partner automatically cuts the thin fabric of her panties and rips them off. Once they are on the floor, he presses against her back, the cold metal of his blade kissing the delicate skin of her neck.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I explain, my voice clinical as I unzip my pants. “You’re going to ride me.”
“No,” she breathes out, the word barely audible. “Please-“
The knife presses deeper, not enough to break skin, but enough to silence her.
“You’re going to ride me,” I repeat, “and you’re going to cum.”
My cock springs free as I pull it out, already hard from watching the needles pierce her flesh earlier. I guide her hips, positioning her directly above me.
“If you don’t,” I continue, looking past her shoulder to my accomplice, whose breathing has grown heavier with anticipation, “my friend here is going to take that flashlight; yes, that one.” I breath in and then exhale, “And then he’ll fuck that tight little asshole of yours until you bleed out.”
I lower her slowly onto my cock, feeling her body resist before giving way. She’s still wet from my associate’s earlier assault, making the entry easier. Her walls clench around me, her body seemingly betraying her mind once again.
“Move,” I command, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.
She remains frozen, tears streaming down her face.
“I said move.” I thrust upward sharply, making her gasp as I hit deep inside her. The needles in her nipples sway with the movement.
Behind her, my partner chuckles, the sound sending a visible shudder through her body. “Tick tock, Vicky,” he sings, dragging the flat of the blade across her shoulder blades. “Better start bouncing before I get bored.”
Her thighs tremble as she finally begins to move, rising slightly before sinking back down. Each movement is hesitant, reluctant, her body fighting against what I’m forcing her to do.
“Faster,” I demand, slapping her thigh hard enough to leave a red handprint.
I watch her face carefully as she complies. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to disconnect from what’s happening.
That won’t do.
My hand snakes up to her breast, fingers wrapping around one of the needles. “Look at me when you fuck me,” I order.
Her eyes open, wide with terror.
“Good girl. Now, I want to feel you cum on my cock.” I twist the needle slightly, just enough to send a bit of pain through her. “And don’t think about faking it. I’ll know.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, her hips still moving in that mechanical rhythm. “Please, I can’t-“
“You can and you will,” I reply calmly. My free hand moves between our bodies, finding her clit with practiced precision.
She hisses at the contact.
“Your body already knows what it wants to do.” I begin to stroke her. “Let it happen.”
Behind her, my accomplice presses closer, his breathing hot against her neck as he watches over her shoulder. The knife remains at her throat as he makes eye-contact with me.
“Look at that,” I murmur as I feel her body responding despite her mind’s resistance. “You’re getting wetter. Your pussy’s squeezing me tighter. I knew you could do it.”
Her face contorts in shame and self-loathing as her body continues to betray her. The conflict in her eyes is exquisite; the horror of her situation battling with the involuntary physical response I’m forcing out of her.
“That’s it,” I encourage, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Give in to it. Let your body do what it needs to do. You know you want to.”
A broken noise escapes her lips as her rhythm slightly falters. I can feel her getting closer, her walls are beginning to tighten around my cock.
“She’s close,” He says, his voice thick with arousal. “Can I have her ass after? Even if she cums?”
“We’ll see,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Puppet’s face.
I thrust up into her harder, matching her movements, driving deeper as my fingers work her clit relentlessly. The needles in her nipples catch the light with each bounce, blood now dried in thin trails down her breasts.
“Cum for me,” I command. “Cum on my cock now, or he gets his turn with that flashlight.”
Her body tenses, thighs quivering as she fights against the inevitable. I can see the moment she surrenders; the exact second when her body wins over her mind.
Her head falls back, a sob tearing from her throat as her pussy clenches around me in rhythmic pulses.
“There it is,” I whisper, satisfaction coursing through me as I watch her unwilling orgasm wash over her. “Good Puppet.”
Behind her, my partner whines with impatience, the knife wavering slightly at her throat. “My turn now?”
I shake my head, still buried deep inside her as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple around my cock. “Not yet. I’m not finished with her.”
Puppet’s head hangs forward now, hair curtaining her face as silent tears drip onto her mutilated breasts. The shame radiating from her was palpable, thick enough to taste.
“You made her cum,” he pouts. “You said-“
“I said we’ll see,” I cut him off. “And I’ve decided I want more from her first.”
I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are vacant, retreating to some inner place where we can’t reach her.
Not on my watch.
“Stay with us, Puppet,” I say, tapping her cheek lightly.
My cock is still hard inside her, throbbing with need. I haven’t cum yet, and I have no intention of doing so until I’ve extracted every ounce of shame and suffering I can from her broken body.
“Now,” I say, reaching for the first needle embedded in her right nipple, “let’s see how tight you get when I pull these out one by one.”
With each needle I pull from her tight buds, her pussy clenches around me. The pain is there, but then there’s the pleasure that she feels.
The one she’s trying to hide from us.
I brush her hair back from her face, slower this time, letting my fingers linger just enough to make her feel it. “I see the cracks in your mask, sweet one.” I murmur, leaning closer. “Allow it to crumble.. show me the real you.”