‘Ah! Oh! Stop! I did what you asked!’ She jolted beneath each impact even as she admired him for his cruelty. She respected him for beating her into doing something to end the attack, and then beating her again anyway. Writhing and rolling against the stone, her hands unable to reach around and shield her targeted front, she was given half a dozen searing kisses of the weapon before he stopped again, and moved back to the case.
‘Attach this to the chain,’ he ordered, tossing a snap-fastening hook to her, the implement held atop a long line of thick rope.
Mina picked it up and fingered it with feigned indecision. Refusing to acquiesce, she expected more of the cane before she would do as she was told, offering defiance in response to every request he made of her. If she were truly still resentful of her slavery, she would definitely not give in so easily.
‘I told you to do something, slave, and you know the consequences of refusal,’ he threatened, and launched the cane around, catching the back of her thigh.
Mina’s jaw flew open and she gasped and croaked as her fingers quickly snapped the hoop to the chain responsible for connecting her wrists.
‘Good girl.’ He smiled as she sobbed with bogus resentment. Taking the end of the rope, he threaded it through another ring high on the wall and started drawing in the slack, his head turning while he worked so he could study the salacious form he was contorting.
‘No, please, not this!’ she cried as her body was drawn back along the slab, her arms hauled away and bending her around until they were being carried towards the wall. Hanging inverted, the drag that drew her backwards lifted her front off the slab, leaving her fully suspended, her arms resonating with strain as they were used to keep her in an arched position, her legs splayed wide. Her fingers clawed for the snap fastening, and found that the chain connecting her cuffs was now stretched taut, leaving the anchor well beyond her reach. Her nails skidded over and scratched at the cool metal, unable to affect it, dooming her to the suspension. ‘Oh, God it hurts. Please let me down. I’ll do whatever you say,’ she promised, struggling against the trammels for his licentious appetite.
‘I doubt that very much, Mina.’ He smiled with satisfaction.
‘Bastard, let me go!’ she yelled.
‘Such a mouth on you, I think you need the gag again.’ He picked up the forsaken leather ring.
‘No, okay, I’ll be quiet, I promise, just don’t put that thing back in me,’ she whimpered, going slack against her confines.
‘You’re positive? If you’ve lied to me I’ll make sure I use a far sterner gag than this, and deprive you of speech for the rest of this session,’ he warned gravely.
‘I promise,’ she muttered dejectedly, and her hanging head spun to one side as heat filled her cheek. No sooner had his backhand slap struck her than he ducked in and sank his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and lifting her face up to his.
Her heart melted with desire at his rough and casual treatment, and hiding her reaction as best she could, she scowled as she listened to his stern words.
‘If I’m going to grant you speech, you will call me sir,’ he informed her. ‘Is that understood, slave?’
‘Yes... sir,’ she whispered.
‘That’s better.’ He released her head with a disdainful push, his role as tyrant erasing his former fondness and obsession. His relief at finally using her body had eased his lust, and now both of them were delving deep into their roles, relishing the experience, using each other for psychological thrills of the darkest kind. ‘Now, I want you to solemnly swear to something, and then I want you to sign a document that will essentially give you to me. You see, I’m not content to have you just for this one meagre session. I want you as my personal slave forever. I’ll take you from here to my home, and torture and use you for the rest of our lives, and you’ll go willingly. Won’t you, slave?’
‘The hell I will!’ Mina yelled. ‘This is bullshit! You’re not allowed to take me!’ She could see in his expression that he was lying. He wanted to break her, to make her admit she wanted to be his. With this grand quest laid down he wanted her to sign the confession and certify his skill. But he was not actually allowed to take her; it was only a lie he was using to terrify her. She would play along with him and fight him all the way, but she was still going to be imprisoned by Hephaestus, this was a certainty, and whatever occurred here would make no difference.
‘On the contrary, my little Mina, I have the document right here. Once you have signed it you are mine.’ He removed a rolled piece of paper from the case and smoothed it open, showing her lines of text and a dotted line where she was to place her signature.
Mina glanced at the paper, and then spit on it gleefully. ‘Fuck you, sir.’
Jupiter sighed, but his eyes glinted with gladness that she was going to fight him all the way. Setting the paper aside he danced a slap across her cheek again, and then trekked back to the case from where all her woes had sprung and would continue to spring. ‘Really, slave, you should know better. Such futile acts will not help you. You will be broken to my will. You will sign the document, either now or later. If you comply now, you will save yourself an awful lot of needless pain,’ he offered soothingly, as though he cared.
‘You’ll never get me to sign, and then soon I’ll be taken away and you’ll never have me!’ she exclaimed.
‘The allotted duration of our time in here is more than adequate, slave, and you’ll find that out soon enough, I promise you.’ Leaning down, he reached into his case and produced a black plastic device. The tubular mechanism trailed an insulated cable from its base, where a small dial resided. The middle of the implement had a small button set in it, and curved in at the end, where a round aperture let a glass tube emerge. Filaments within the test tube-shaped bulb suggested it was possibly a device for conducting current. He brought the contraption towards Mina’s splayed buttocks.
‘W-what the hell is that thing?’ she whispered, trying to pull away from it.
‘It’s called a violet wand, slave, and this is why.’ He thumbed the button. Instantly the device began to churn with crackling noise, the bulb filling with a purple hue that shimmered and fluctuated within the glass, and cast an insipid glow across the malevolent smile of the wielder. ‘It’s currently on one of the lowest settings, but unless you confess it’ll not stay there for long, I can assure you of that.’ He brought the glowing violet tip towards her inner thighs, painting a soft mauve colour upon her exposed skin. As it drew close, coming within half-an-inch of her, a spark of cyan lightning leapt from the glass rod and kissed her flesh, making her jerk in surprise. Jagged forks of electrical impulse flung themselves against her skin as the bulb remained in proximity to her thigh, and the energy spikes penetrating her nerve-endings made her quiver and groan. When he held it still, the steady serpentine spit of power onto one spot quickly started to heat that region of her body, the crackling fangs imparting a swelling distress that made her mewl softly. But these periods were rare, for he drifted it around, testing her reactions, treating every part of her thighs to the lapping blue tongues of energy before moving them towards more sensitive regions. The spikes of power leapt out and lapped at her sex, where the effects escalated to less comfortable levels.
Mina soothed herself with her masochism, feeling even more controlled and helpless. The addition of electrical torment in the midst of erotic power play emphasising the interrogation scenario helped her lose herself in absolute submission, enabling her to fully surrender to her role. She imagined herself as a prisoner, as a trapped soul demanding release and fighting for her freedom, struggling to hold out just long enough to defeat her tormentor. Setting loose moans of distress, she made as if she was trying to protect the regions he was attacking, but suspended and confined she could do nothing as he continued brushing the stem through the valley of her vulva, the wand pumping crackling arcs of energy inside her, making her tremble and
whimper. The scent of ozone was powerful, descending to clog her nostrils like a heady perfume. ‘Please, stop,’ she wailed. ‘Stop!’
‘Will you sign?’ he asked, taking the wand away for a moment while awaiting her answer.
‘I - I can’t,’ she sobbed, listening to the grinding tune of the generators within the implement as they continued to fill the glass bulb with transient power.
‘Okay,’ he said almost merrily, and turned the dial at the base of the wand. The machine increased the angry growl of its power output, the empurpling glow staining her thighs deepening slightly as it swooped back in.
‘No, please don’t!’ she begged, and turned her words into breathless gasps as she felt the more significant kiss of the wand’s higher setting. The bizarre sensation was a wonderful blend of pleasure and pain, a treat she loved even while pretending to revile it.
‘Why do you resist, slave? You know you’re going to sign eventually. Just give up and surrender now,’ he urged, continuing to hold the bulb to her, the small tendrils of lightning reaching out to pound against her pussy.
Mina did not answer, merely clung to her feeble dignity as she twitched and writhed and accepted the instrument’s gnawing attention.
‘Okay, have it your way, slave, I’ve got all night, and I’m in no hurry,’ he assured her, pressing the cut-off button. The device fell silent and the incandescent force within it vanished. Setting it on the slab in readiness for later use, he then produced a ‘magic wand’ and flicked on the thrumming tool as he returned to his spot beside her. ‘Perhaps another brand of influence might prove more effective on you,’ he said, and pushed the oscillating head between the lips of her sex and up into her cleft.
She gasped and pretended to struggle against the sheer bliss of the wonderful toy thrusting its delights into her belly, filling her with relish and making her ache to be taken all the way on the back of the exceptionally stimulating toy. ‘Oh... oh my! What’s... what’s that?’ she panted, feigning ignorance of the toy she so loved to feel teasing her.
‘It’s good, isn’t it, slave?’ he asked, moving it in small circles, escalating the feeling of joy being poured into her pelvis. ‘You like it?’
‘Oh yes... oh, sir!’ she gasped, her legs tensing as she was goaded towards a swift climax.
‘Well, enough of that,’ he stated, turning it off and setting it aside, depriving her of its delightful vibrating caresses and leaving her twitching with frustration. Taking up the cane, he held it by either end and flexed the bamboo between his fists, warming it up for its imminent work.
‘Oh please, sir, no,’ she implored. ‘No more caning.’
‘Will you sign?’ he asked insipidly, and was answered only with silence and a scowling grimace of refusal. ‘As you wish, Mina.’ He flung the cane around and against her already well-punished thighs, working with slow diligence, enjoying his attack on her nubile suspended form.
Without reservation she tensed and moaned, whimpering in pitiful squeaks as he continued to abuse her, the implement dropping onto her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, her bound hands unable to shield her.
After another dose of the cane he paused and set it beside the gathering arsenal already on display.
She squinted her eyes, recovering from the lambasting, her bottom throbbing terribly, each welt vivid to her scattered senses, her breaths rapid, her heart racing, a fevered perspiration forming an appetising sheen across her suspended figure.
Moving back to her head after another brief visit to his case, Jupiter crouched down before her, looking into her face as she scowled trying to find a more comfortable position in her bonds, her limbs aching, her skin pulsating from the plexus of welts he had set down. ‘I wonder how these will respond to treatment?’ he pondered, brushing the back of a hand against her nipples where they hung before him.
Mina flashed him a look of dismay, shaking her head from side to side, filling her voice with impassioned pleading. ‘Please sir, don’t, please!’
He smiled broadly and taking the wand up again he removed the glass tube, revealing the copper base that allowed the power to pour into it. He slotted in a new version, an attachment shaped like a small glass tube that curled around and bore a mushroom-shaped head. Again he pressed the button, bringing the device alive with fulgent power. The head glowed with a violet effluence, the light staining them both as they stared at one another, infinitely separated as owner and slave, fictitious victim and torturer.
Mina tried to shy away as he lifted the device, attempting to pull her breasts back, but her hanging flesh could do nothing to evade the wand’s ascending head. Tensing in readiness she let out a squawk of ecstatic suffering as the tendrils of energy leapt from the flat surface of the glass bulb and the round head threw a concentrated lightning into her nipple, assailing it from numerous directions. Whimpering and cavorting against her bonds, she continued to vent her false woe, holding on to the powerful seed of delight blooming inside her as he tormented her with the devilish device.
Jupiter used it several times on each of her nipples, plaguing her flesh, leaving her teats hard and erect in its wake. He turned up the power again, and the smell of ozone continued to gather in intensity as he hounded her breasts with the baleful effects of the insidious instrument, the little flashes of discharge resembling a tiny strobe light pulsing frenziedly. ‘Why are you resisting me, Mina? You know you cannot win. Already you are near to breaking. Imagine hours more of this, and it will only get worse, I promise you. Give in now, and it will all end.’ He moved the glowing glass bulb around in the air just above each aureole, harrying the delicate skin with stabs of intense sensation.
‘No!’ she yelled. ‘I won’t do it!’
The wand went silent, and was set back down again. ‘As you wish, slave,’ he replied lightly, straightening up and strolling casually back to his case to fetch more devices with which to try and break her spirit. ‘You’ve never really had time for relationships, have you, Mina? All that time alone, with no human contact.’ He returned to her side holding a large blue jelly dildo in one hand, and the cane in the other. The translucent phallus gleamed in the light, drooping slightly as he crouched before her once more. ‘I doubt you’ve ever had a big dick thrust down that succulent throat of yours, have you, Mina?’ He smiled at her expression. ‘I’ll take that as a no. Well, no sense delaying it, you had best get used to it, as its going to be a large part of your future.’ He pushed the rounded head to her lips.
She kept them tightly closed, clenching her jaw and trying to turn her head from side to side to escape him.
Again he grabbed her by the hair, using it as a means to hold her head steady and serve her jaw up to the device. ‘Swallow it,’ he snapped, tightening his grip and making her roots growl with pain.
Wallowing in her submission, Mina let her jaw open reluctantly, the feeling of defeat causing her to become light-headed with pleasure. The dildo slithered in, roughly coaxing her into spreading her jaws even wider, the corners of her mouth aching as she tried to accommodate it. Jupiter rocked it back and forth, pushing deep until she gagged and gurgled with shock as it neared the back of her throat.
‘Come on, suck on it like a good girl,’ he ordered.
Closing her eyes against the sight, she locked lips to the shaft, her pussy growing moist with the desire to feel it thrust inside her. But she had a part to play and could not cave in just yet, not until she had really been tested.
‘No teeth,’ he snapped. ‘That’s bad, very bad. You have to learn to suck properly, Mina.’
Opening her mouth even wider, she strained to keep her teeth off the dildo, the intruder far bigger than any human length. Images of her oral training under Atlas washed back through her mind’s eye, the suspension that had been part of both these events increasing the similarities.
‘I guess that will do,’ he commented after a while, removing the instrument
and setting it aside beneath her hovering form, the jelly glistening in the light with her saliva.
Releasing her hair, he treated her to a few more strokes of the cane, which made her writhe and wail, before he once more delved into his bag. Stepping up onto the plinth behind her he ran a finger through her sex, capturing a coating of the ample moisture there. ‘Such a lust-filled little slut you are. Look at this. You cry and moan, and yet when I shove a nice big penis down your throat you’re all hot for more,’ he accused her approvingly. ‘Well, we’ll get to that soon enough,’ he promised, and stepped before her face holding a set of clover clamps. Presenting them in each hand, he lifted them towards her engorged teats.
‘Oh no, not there, not on my breasts, please!’ she begged with false despair, trying to wiggle her way out of range of the clamps as they closed in on her, and then snapped on to each of her nipples. ‘Ah!’ she shrieked. ‘No! Get them off me, please!’ The silver chains linking the clamps jingled and sung as she writhed in torment, much to Jupiter’s delight.
‘Will you sign yourself over to me now?’ he asked patiently, standing back and folding his arms across his bare chest while awaiting her response.
‘Please, I can’t do that, I just can’t!’ she sobbed.
‘Then you’d best get used to those little contrivances, as they aren’t coming off any time soon, slave.’ He knelt back down and picked up the violet wand. Switching it on, he waved the crackling tip under her gaze.
Mina watched the mesmerising glass disc with wide eyes, wondering what the results would be when the mushroom tip applied its force to her compressed teats.
‘Last chance,’ he offered, and when she refused to react or respond, he assailed her crushed nipples with the crackling device.
The pressure of the clamps escalated the effects of the energy blasts and made her sob and quake wildly against her bonds. ‘Oh God, stop... stop, please sir, stop!’ she begged as he continued subjecting her to the forking energy without mercy, turning up the setting as the numbness being imparted into her sensitive tissues by the clamps began to work contrary to the wand’s influence. He continued torturing her like this for a while, using the device until the clamps made it too difficult to afflict her. He then set it aside again and flicked at the silver implements biting her teats, making her reply with jerks of her whole body as the inflammation of distress in her mammary glands rose unbearably.
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