The slap against my ass is hard this time. My entire body jerks, pushing into the wooden contraption.
“You know that pillories were built for punishment.” Another spank. “And you deserve this.” Another spank. “In fact, you’re such a dirty little slut that you need more.”
I hold my breath. My captor vanishes behind me, footsteps disappearing, a door closing.A pillory?Isn’t that what they used in the olden days to shame people who were accused of doing something wrong? My heart races. What would it be like to be on display like this in the middle of downtown?
The door again. My captor says nothing as they approach, just a cold hand between my legs as something round is pressed into my pussy.
“Don’t let that fall out, slut.”
I nod and wait.
Now what?
My ass cheeks are spread apart again, once more to the point of pain. I bite my cheek to hold in the whimper. The leather is cold and slick as it pushes into my butthole. The burning is so intense. I wince and clench my eyes shut, tears brimming along my lids. And then the finger is gone.
I breathe heavily, clearing my head.
“D-did you just put a f-finger in my ass?”
“Shut up.” The slap is directly to my cunt.
Biting my cheek, I keep my mouth shut.
“You’ll only speak when spoken to.”
Something sharp and cold runs down the center of my back, right along my spine. I have no idea what it is, but it leaves a wake of heat, burning heat that spreads to my sides and around my front to my ribs.
“Disobey again, and I’ll cut you…again.”
Cut me?
I swallow hard. Had I been cut? Is that what this pain is? But it doesn’t…hurt. Not like a normal cut would. Instead, it just feels good.
“Or…did you enjoy that, my little slut?”
Fuck, the addedmyis absolute perfection. I want to be the dirty little slut that belongs to this erotically sadistic captor. To be completely theirs would be… my brain can’t even comprehend. I hold my tongue, not saying a word.
Two fingers shove up my ass hard and fast. I cry out in pain, tears spilling from my eyes onto the cement below.
“I asked you a question, slut.”
“Yesssss…” I hiss through the pain. “Yesssss, I enjoyed that.”
They don’t answer. Instead, the fingers in my ass pump harder, faster. The burn increases. It doesn’t feel good, not like I imagined it would. Biting my lip until I taste blood, I hold back every noise I can possibly make. That fear comes back into my body, the same fear that was there when I was first taken.
I’m not in control.
I’m not in power.
I may have fantasized about this, but the reality that I truly would be at the mercy of my captor with no other option wasn’t something I could dream about.
The sound hits my ears before the roar of pain. The whip hits me right between my shoulders, leaving instantly. My voice cracks, the scream echoing through the empty room. I press hardagainst the pillory, trying my damnedest to escape the pain that swoops through me.
My captor clucks their tongue, fingers still buried deep in my ass, and laughs. “That’s right, slut. Scream.”
Another whip.
My shoulder blades burn with pain, my back feels like blood is pouring out of it and down my ribs to drip on the floor. Am I bleeding? Or is that just sweat?
