11. Kaleb #2
I find the clamp while watching her. No tools or weapons on earth strip a person’s sanity more than anticipation. I’ve had criminals beg me to do what I’m about to do, unable to stand the waiting.
I’m a patient man. I’ve had to be a patient man.
But something about the way she fights, like she has a chance of escaping this, has me impatient.
Dick straining against my fly, I push back into her space, watching the tears begin to stream down her face.
Saliva drips down the corners of her mouth; her jaw stretched too wide to allow her to swallow.
“I’m not going to lie,” I murmur, eyes boring into hers. “This is going to hurt, Black Cat.”
If I had to guess what the muffled words were saying, they’d be sweet pleas that I’d ignore.
Would she stop fighting if she knew how much my brother loved piercings?
The instant my hand grips her breast, every part of her body locks tight as a violent shiver ripples through her. I swear I can almost hear her pulse hammering away in her neck.
The clamp latches onto the stiff nipple, and she jerks violently. Her next cry cuts off into a moan as her entire body locks up again. Orgasm number two. Soon, it’ll be nearly impossible to count them. They’ll merge into a beautifully painful constant feeling that will drive the girl mad.
Utilising her state of pleasure, I shove the needle through her flesh.
Her scream sends a shiver down my spine.
With deft fingers, I have the silver piece of jewellery in her nipple, securing the ball and removing the needle in a matter of seconds. Her chest heaves wildly, her head falling forward on pained moans.
I can’t help but brush my thumb over the now pierced nipple. It makes her jolt with pain.
The simple silver barbell suits her too well.
With a knuckle under her chin, I force her gaze back on me. Tears are a constant stream down her face. Yet, when she locks her eyes on me, her body goes rigid before it betrays her with the smallest involuntary tremor.
I pause, searching her lidded eyes, my grip remaining on her chin.
I know pain. I know terror. I know the thousand different ways people break.
I don’t know what that was.
She looks almost as horrified by it as I am.
Tears don’t stop, continuing to carve silent tracks down her cheeks while her stare burns into mine.
It’s okay. She will break. It’s the only certainty of this place.
I secure the clamp on her other nipple, the fire in her eyes flickering beneath a wave of panic.
There you are.
Her body jerks and twists, trying and failing to dislodge to metal device. Her breathing is losing its rhythm. The sweet colour of her eyes is swallowed by her pupils, wide eyes flicking from me to the needle in my hand and back to me.
I catalogue each reaction. Fear always leaves evidence.
A human body does funny things to prepare for pain. To prepare to survive.
For Roxanne, however, it’s all clouded by the vibrations rocking through her. Every sensation warring for first place in her mind.
The pain. The fear. The pleasure.
This time, when I pierce her skin, her scream echoes perfectly in the old building. Bouncing off the tin walls. My cock begins to stir at the sound.
Despite her jerking, I manage to get the second piercing secured. Stepping back to admire my work.
She chokes on her sobs, her head falling forward. Her pink nipples are reddened from my work. They look sinful with two little bars through them.
Raising my fingers without even thinking, they rest against the pulse in her neck. The pitter-patter of her racing organ pushing blood through her veins is utterly addictive. Feeling the life source flow through her so fast has a small hiss falling past my teeth.
I barely give myself a minute to lavish in her moans before retrieving my last item. The one I’ve been saving.
The thought of Kai walking in and finding her like this has my groin throbbing.
This one is heavier. It takes me a moment to set it up before carting it to between her legs.
Her head shakes, but from the look on her face, even she knows it’s futile.
I bet her clit hurts in the best of ways.
On a heavy metal stand is the fuck machine. A motorised device with a thick dildo on the end, that pulls back and drives in at any speed I choose. Fucking her over and over.
I adjust it the same way I’d adjust any torture device in this place. The only thing that makes me pause is the arousal dripping down her inner thighs. Her pussy lips glistening with obvious need.
In some depraved way, she’s enjoying this.
My teeth slide together, and I decide that I’m not doing enough.
Notching the slippery end of the dildo against her hole, I flick on the machine. To start it slowly drives the toy into, her wet cunt swallowing it whole. When it pulls back, the thing comes out soaking.
Further this time, it drives in.
Using the remote, I set it to the highest setting. The motor whirs as the toy sets a punishing pace inside her. Reaching down, I turn up the wand as well.
Animalistic sounds echo behind me as I saunter to a chair, settling in for however long it takes for my brother to come searching for the girl.
My eyes drink her in.
Every muscle locks, then shudders through an orgasm. Her fingers curl so tightly that her knuckles blanch, a tremor running the length of her arms. The muscles in her thighs shake violently.
Her composure unravels with each second.
The toy drives in and out of her, the sound of it squelching inside her hitting me. She’s either screaming or crying or both. It’s hard to tell with a big, rubber ball against her tongue.
Every inch of her is covered in a thick layer of sweat. Her shoulders shake with exhaustion; the smallest movements demanding more from her than she has left. All predictable consequences of pushing the body beyond its limits.
Her eyes flutter closed, and for a second, I think she’s passed out. Succumbed to the overstimulation. But then a gasping cry falls past the gag, her body shuddering through another orgasm.
Just as I knew it would, her system falls into a perpetual orgasm.
When her eyes blink back open, they don’t quite focus. They’re glassy, her mind visibly lagging behind the relentless stream of sensation. Loose strands of black hair are plastered across her face.
Finally, her gaze focuses on me. My heart slows when need so violently shines in them, followed by her own confusion clouding the fury that burned there moments ago.
She blinks once. Twice. Focus drifting before she catches it again, her mind fighting to keep up with a body that has long since stopped listening to her.
Another tremor runs through her, leaving her body sagging against the restraints, every muscle protesting.
Everything she’s fighting to keep, the anger, the control, is still there. Just. It takes everything she has left just to lift her head.
For the first time since I chained her here, everything she’s made of has been stripped away, leaving a version of her, even she wouldn’t recognise.
Finally, I stand. She watches me with blank eyes, still shuddering through her agonising pleasure. My thumb swipes away a bead of sweat under her eye.
“You fought it so well,” I whisper.
Her head lolls, eyes sleepily blinking up at me. All of a sudden, she nuzzles her cheek against my palm, and I wrench my hand away as if I’ve been burnt.
A ragged inhale squeezes into my lungs, just in time for the steel door to creak open. Just a whisper of a sound.
Slowly, I cock my head over my shoulder. Just in time to see Kai emerge from the shadows.
His boots are silent against the concrete; his expression gives away nothing. With the ridiculous baseball bat in his hand, his dark eyes sweep the room, landing on the girl in front of me.
The girl spread and bared to me.
The girl with newly pierced nipples and a nervous system that has fallen into overdrive.
The girl who stares back at Kai as if she’s seen a ghost.
Or two...