That woke her up, but she couldn’t do anything about it. This hood left her mouth exposed so I didn’t have to worry about her breathing, which also meant she could speak at will.
“We’ll be walking by cameras monitored by whoever’s in the control room. Beg and plead all you want, but know that at least one of my brothers will be able to hear you at times.”
I slung her over my shoulder and made my way to the level under my basement. She didn’t know where it was, so I walked around the house and turned in a complete circle once or twice to confuse her. Once we were in the tunnels, I turned around once at every junction, whether I turned or went straight.
When we made it to the largest dungeon room, I secured her to the gyno chair before I took her hood off.
“The lights are bright. Be careful about opening your eyes.”
When she could finally look around, she muttered, “Holy fuck. Where are we?”
“Dungeon, and that’s all I’m telling you.” I held her chin and held her gaze. “You won’t tell a soul that this room exists. Not Sophia, not Aaron, not any of your derby friends. No one.”
“Okay.”
I nodded, let go, and put a wedge under her back to lift her body about forty-five degrees. I adjusted the leg pieces up and out, and the mechanism to release and engage them is loud. She jumped all four times. I rubbed her shoulder. “Relax, Ember. I’m going to hurt you, but I won’t let you fall. You’re secured in and you aren’t going anywhere until I say so.”
I tested the strap below her breasts, over her hips, and finally the piece that fit over her shins to make sure she couldn’t take her legs out of the stirrups. I connected her wrist cuffs to the edge of the table near her hips while I was at it, and she visibly relaxed.
It was possible to restrain her head, but I wanted her to watch what I was doing to her today. Not much compares to the pheromones released while a submissive watches a needle moving towards her private parts. Even the ones who don’t like pain emit fear and sex pheromones at the same time. And the ones who’ve been conditioned to like it? Damn.
“I asked one of the prospects to gather some supplies for me.” I walked to the table just inside the door and smiled. He’d done exactly as I asked. I lifted the baskets and returned to her.
“I’ve been rough with your clit, but I’ve never seriously tortured it. I figure it’s time we remedy that.”
Ember
First, he had to put a butt plug in, but not just any old plug. Oh no. He wanted my ass held wide open, which means the inside part had to be a whole lot fatter than the neck so it didn’t fall out. I was nearly in tears three minutes into our session, and this was just the prelude.
Begging him had never made him relent in the past, but this hurt badly enough I had to try anyway. “Oh, please. Can’t we use one a little smaller? It’s been in at least two minutes and it still hurts! It isn’t getting any better! Please, Sir! It’s too much!”
He rubbed the inside of my thigh. “Dear, sweet Ember. I know it’s too much. Everything tonight is going to be too much, but you’re going to suffer for me, aren’t you?”
“Shit. Please don’t make me. You know I will, but please — I’m begging!”
“And you beg so pretty. Let’s get some suction going on your nipples.”
I screamed and begged when the first suction piece went on, and I expected him to put the second one on right away, but he made me wait for it. Sometimes, the anticipation is worse than the event. That wasn’t the case this time, but having to wait made it hurt worse. It always does.
I relaxed a little when he went at my clit with an electric toothbrush. Yes, it hurts and it’s overwhelming, and I screamed and cried and writhed within my bondage, but I’ve had my clit truly tortured, so this was easily survivable.
However, this was Dementor, so he didn’t stop there. Oh no, he waited until I was wrung out from my asshole and tits hurting while he forced orgasm after orgasm after orgasm on me, and then brought out an intravenous bag of saline solution and an assortment of needles.
My head shook no and my fear levels slammed into the ceiling. I wanted to take a deep breath but I could only manage fast, shallow ones.
“I smell your fear, but I won’t stop unless you use your safeword. Tonight isn’t about me knowing when to stop, but about you telling me when I go too far.”
I finally managed a deep breath. I held it a few seconds and then slowly blew it out. He sounded reasonable. It helped anchor me.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“I’m going to inflate your clit. Probably your tits, too. We’ll see how it goes.”
I watched as he pulled my clit hood back and inserted the cannula. A short scream surprised me when the needle went in — it’d been a long time since anyone had seriously fucked with my clit. I once beat a submissive’s balls for daring to touch his teeth to my clit while he was supposed to be licking it. He hadn’t bitten down, just ran them across it.
“I can’t, Sir. Please don’t do this.”
He connected the tubing to the saline bag he’d hung high above me, and put his finger on the clip that would release the saline into my clit. “I haven’t heard a safeword. Say the word and this doesn’t happen.”
I shook my head, and he released the saline.
I’ve had my boobs inflated before, and this shit burns like fire while it’s going in. I mean, it’s basically salt water, so it isn’t surprising. The outside of my clit was completely raw from the toothbrush, and now he was burning it from the inside.
And then the stretching started. The body can take a surprising amount of saline solution, and I have no idea how much he put into my clit, but it swelled until it was freaking huge, and it hurt, and it felt good, and it was wrong. Tears flowed down my cheeks though I wasn’t openly crying.
And I begged him, over and over, not to do this to me, but he kept reminding me I had a safeword.
Long after I thought he’d put as much in as my engorged clit could possibly take, he finally removed one of my nipple pumps and then transferred the cannula from my clit to just above my poor, abused, swollen nipple. The tissue on the inside was already raw from the pumping, and the saline solution added insult to injury. I screamed and thrashed, begged and pleaded. The pain was bad enough, I forgot about my clit for a short time.
“Be. Still.”
I opened my eyes to see he had another bag of saline and another cannula. He removed my other nipple suction device, inserted the fucking needle, and got the saline started on that breast as well.
Now the pain was double, but he wasn’t finished with my clit.
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating when I saw the scalpel in his hand.
“I’m just going to split your clit hood so your clit has more room to grow. I’ll let you change tomorrow so it’ll heal.”
“Sophia. Red.”
He put the scalpel down. “Just for the clit hood, or for everything?”
“No scalpels.”
He massaged the area around my clit. “Okay. No scalpels. I’m proud of you for speaking up. What I’m about to do isn’t punishment, but it’s become the only way to get you to open up to me about your history.”