Chapter Four:
Drowning in the scent and taste of her, he needed to step away, just to keep from ravishing her then and there. Needing to feed his desires to break her completely, before finally taking and making her his, he turned to examine the racks on the wall again. Within seconds, he spotted exactly what he wanted and smiled wickedly to himself.
Feeling him leave, she tried to calm herself. Her body felt as if it would turn to ash where she hung. Her backside burned like a torch, while her entire body burned with need and desire. Everything that he had done had only driven her closer and closer to the edge of breaking. She had always been able to take much damage and had never allowed it to get to her in any way. Until now, she had always been able to take the punishments and abuse that was another's pleasure and simply shrug it off. But this night, everything felt different. She knew that if he pushed her much further she may indeed belong to him.
The dull glint off the metal of the 'chain mail' flogger caught her eyes, as he came around to face her. Her eyes widened and pulse raced as she saw the solid metal links of chain, swinging lightly from his hand. Twitching reflexively, her mind tried to think where, in Hell's name, he planned to use that evil looking thing on her. Her already rock-hard nipples tightened further and she moaned in response.
He stood, taking in the picture before him. The sparkle of perspiration along her body. The quickness of her pulse, racing just beneath her pale flesh. The color and stiffness of her nipples in their clamps. The moist glistening of her satiny folds and her painfully extended limbs showing off every inch of creamy skin. The rise and fall of her chest and shoulders, setting the chain between her breasts swaying gently.
Stepping forward he reached out and flicked both nipples simultaneously, making her entire body thrum with an intense shock. She snapped back, choking screams escaping her as he did it, again and again. Each harsh touch sent shocks through her, centering in a knot between her thighs, and she cried out as he continued. Suddenly, he pulled both clamps free and smacked his palms down on her throbbing nipples. As his hands connected with her flesh, she screamed even louder. She tried to choke back the sensations of both pain and pleasure as heat poured through her body in ways she had never experienced. Striking her again, he raised welts across her breast. Again he struck her, leaving the outline of each hand on her chest.
He stepped back and reached for the 'chain mail' at his side. He lightly flicked the device across the tips of her dark nipples. Her eyes widened in shock and she bit back curses on the tip of her tongue. She was sure there was more to come and was determined to hold on to her quickly diminishing control. Unlike most floggers this one took a very precise and practiced hand. One strike in the wrong area could cause severe, perhaps irreparable damage. A single strike landed too heavily would render the target naught but shreds. With a gentle, yet cruel touch, he began to work her chest and the soft skin of her stomach. Taking his time to land each hit precisely where he wanted, so the lengths of linked chain splayed fully across each breast and nipple, he started to leave an intricate pattern of stripes and bruising. Waiting for the full effect each strikes to course through her before drawing back for the next hit, allowed him the sadistic pleasure of watching her perfect facade of control slip away into nothingness.
She cried out as the strikes continued. Her body sung like a tuning fork every time the chains caressed her breasts or stomach. It was harsh, almost brutal, as if the links themselves were trying to cling to her and tear her apart. As another hit connected, she felt herself begin to fracture around the edges, and silent tears began to course down her face to fall and cool upon her breasts. She cried out to him again as another crushing hit cascaded into her.