Permission granted.
I'm going to make her scream.
Not from pleasure this time. From pain. From the flat crack of my palm across her ass, from the sting of leather against her thighs, from the humiliation of being spanked like a disobedient child in front of cameras she knows are watching.
Station One isn't just a test of courage. It's a punishment platform. Sixty feet up, suspended in open air, nowhere to hide when I stripe her skin red.
I grab the warm towel from beneath the silver dome—always prepared, always three steps ahead—and clean myself with efficient strokes. My eyes never leave the center screen where the dark-haired one hands Scarletta a small cream-colored envelope sealed with black wax.
She takes it with shaking fingers.
Still wrapped in white silk. Still dripping from the bath. Still swollen and sensitive from the orgasm she shouldn't have taken.
The attendants step back. One. Two. Three synchronized steps into shadow.
Then gone.
Scarletta looks up. Turns. Her eyes scan the empty pavilion, searching for the men who just violated every inch of her freshly shaved pussy.
No one.
Just her. The envelope. And sixteen hidden cameras capturing the confusion spreading across her face.
She breaks the wax seal. Unfolds the card. Starts reading.
I watch her lips move silently, forming the words I spent an hour perfecting last night.
Roses are red, Violets are blue...
Her face flushes. Shame or arousal—doesn't matter. Both feed what's coming.
You came for those strangers, Now you'll pay what's due.
She bites her lower lip. The same nervous tell she's had since I started watching her six months ago. When she's scared but turned on. When her body wants what her mind refuses.
Her thighs press together. Subtle. Unconscious. She's already wet again.
My good little slut got her pussy all wet
While hands that weren't mine made her moan.
You earned yourself punishment—don't you forget:
Every orgasm you have should be mine alone.
She reads faster now. Eyes skipping ahead, hungry for information, desperate to know what I've planned.
Walk north through the jungle, 1.2 miles precise,
You'll find the tall tree with rope hanging down.
Climb to the platform (don't think twice),
Cuff yourself up there and wait for your crown.
Her breathing changes. Shallow. Quick. Fear response activating.
The bonus is five thousand if you're brave enough, dear,
