But he needed access for this next part, so he cut the crotch rope away, and then peeled two tiny TENS patches from their backing and placed them on each side of her clit,tight against the swollen, raw flesh. The little electrodes compressed all that current into a tiny pad and hurt like hell. He double-checked the connections, then turned the unit on low.
Her whole body jerked the instant the electricity bit into her clit. A raw, muffled scream ripped out of the hood. He smiled, dark and satisfied, removed the egg, and slowly ramped the intensity. He left the butt plug in, cranked it to high, and watched her ass clench hard around the sudden buzz.
She’d been without sensory input for most of the day. She still didn’t have access to her vision, hearing, or scent, but he planned to overload her senses in other ways.
He turned the TENS off, lined up, and slammed into her cunt in one brutal thrust. Her hole was raw from the huge knot he’d tied at her entrance, and it made it even hotter than a normal cunt.
But he didn’t take any of that into account. He offered no gentleness. No easing in. He fucked her like he owned her, with hard, deep, punishing strokes.
He held the TENS remote in his hand, and her walls clamped downhardaround him every time he hit her with more current.
He knew he was safe from the TENS, since the current only flows between the pads. Still, he felt the faintest tingle when he turned it all the way up, which he figured was a testament to how fucking strong this unit was.
Since using it on high brought her arousal levels down, he hit her with it anytime he scented her dangerously close to an orgasm.
“Not yet,” he growled, even though she couldn’t hear him. “You don’t come until I say.”
He fucked her harder, hips slamming, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every time her cunt started fluttering, he hit the TENS again — sharp, vicious jolts that made her scream and clamp down even tighter around his cock. The sensation was insane. Her pussy milked him in frantic, desperate spasms while the electricity pulled her back from the razor’s edge, never letting her tip over.
His wolf surged forward again, snarling with the need to claim, to mark, to fill her until she knew exactly who she belonged to. He let his inner animal pound into her a while, but his wolf couldn’t manage the remote, so he took control again before she came, hitting her with a nine-second jolt while buried balls-deep in her clenching heat. She screamed and shrieked into the hood, and he made his dick as fat as a damned Pringles can while only shortening it a little. She was so far out of it, he hoped she wouldn’t notice he hadn’t kept the mass exactly the same.
She nearly came from it, and he shocked her clit again, longer this time, and felt her walls attempting to wildly flutter around his thickness.
When his own orgasm finally built, it arrived like a freight train. He buried himself to the hilt, slammed the TENS to maximum, and let it take him.
The release tore out of him in thick, violent pulses. He came so hard his vision went grey, cock jerking inside her as he emptied every drop — hot, heavy spurts that felt like it pulled his toenails up through his dick. His wolf howled inside him, triumphant and possessive, flooding the room with the scent of pure satisfaction while her cunt milked him through the shocks, squeezing and rippling like it was trying to pull him deeper.
He kept the TENS on her clit turned to full power the entire time, forcing her body to keep clenching and spasming around him while he poured himself into her. Only when the last shudder left him did he finally turn the unit off.
He stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing hard, hands still gripping the ropes. Then he slowly pulled out, watching his come leak from her swollen, abused pussy.
He glanced at the clock. An hour and thirty-five minutes left.
Time for her next experience.
Heworked efficiently, cutting the tie between her wrist and foot first, then the lateral rope holding them out to the side. He caught her leg before it dropped, and she made a small sound inside the hood — not distress, just the response of a body registering change after hours of a fixed position.
He cradled her limp body to his chest. He could easily read her breathing, her muscle tone, the way her body folded into his arms when he gathered her in. Present but hollowed out. Running on whatever reserves she had left.
He sliced through all the ropes connecting her to the hoop above, settled the knife on a table, and carried her across the room.
It was maybe fifteen feet to the cross, and then he gently settled her on her feet, but kept a tight hold on her.
She couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t smell him through the cinnamon. Couldn’t see the room, the cross, or anything else. She existed in whatever interior space ten hours of sensory deprivation had built for her, and now he was expecting her to stand. To bear her weight.
Her legs shook, but slowly remembered how to bear weight. He gave her time before he carefully released his hold enough to connect the ropes around her wrists to hooks at the top of each arm of the cross.
He let her legs stay free for the moment, and he used safety shears to cut away all the ropes he’d so carefully knotted around her groin, legs, and arm.
He left the chest harness, and the makeshift wrist cuffs he’d fashioned from rope, but everything else was cut away.
The rope had been on her body for nearly ten hours, and he loved watching her marked skin emerge — rope marks pressed deep into her flesh, red and angry, and he knew they would ache evenmorewith the release of pressure. She’d feel every one of those marks until shechangedto her wolf and back. Hopefully tomorrow, unless she insisted on doing so tonight.
Her breathing changed as each section released — something unwinding in her, relief and wrongness in equal measure, the disorientation of a body that had organizeditself around restriction for so long, the absence of it felt like loss.
He fastened ankle cuffs on her and connected them to the cross before finally securing the front of her chest harness to the cross, to keep her from moving around too much while he whipped, caned, and belted the ever-loving fuck out of her.
He ran both hands over her back, over the luscious curve of her ass, then over her thighs — checking, mapping, feeling for anything that needed attention before he gave her something tofeel. His palms read the rope marks the same way his hands read a carcass. He’d long ago been told that wasn’t something he should freely share, but it seemed logical to him.
