In complete silence, he crept into the room. He moved behind her body, admiring its form as it hung in the wooden frame so alluringly. He hefted the largest of his leather whips and drew back, letting it lick her flesh as she cried out. The long red split in her delicate ivory skin delighted him. Her feet shuffled slightly as she tried to maintain her stance, the 3-foot spreader bar firmly keeping her feet in place.
He stepped around her slender body. His fingers quickly found her hardened nipples and gave them a brutal twist. She cried out again in agony as he tugged at the little pink nubs. He watches her breasts stretch into deformity as he pulls back hard on her nipples before releasing them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of alligator clamps. The sharp metal teeth gleamed as he squeezed one open, placing it on her nipple and watching her face contort in pain.
With a sharp twist, her voice lilted again in exquisite misery. He attached the other as another loud whimper escaped her trembling pink lips. Each jerk of her body cut off her air slightly as the chain pulled tighter around her neck. His voice was gruff as he whispered into her ear " Tonight, my dear little slut, you will experience new heights of pleasure and pain."
The razor sharp teeth made small incisions into her fleshy teat as he twisted both again. He disappeared from her consciousness again as her body stood tense in anticipation of what was to come. Again, the left clamp was twisted violently forcing a scream to penetrate the silence. In an instant, he forced a small red ball into her mouth securely. Releasing the clamp, He stepped behind her, moved her hair slightly so it was still accessible to grip and fastened the leather straps behind her head.
He again reached for the whip, letting it kiss her smooth flesh and leave its biting streaks across her back. She flinched as little as she could, the chain slightly tightening each time she moved. The soft flicker of candlelight illuminated her body so beautifully as small trickles of blood leaked from the tapestry of thin slashes. He paced in front of her giving her breasts and stomach a few licks of the leather whip, leaving them with the same crimson lacerations.
Cole then walked to large bench at the edge of the room, laying down the whip and stopping for a moment to turn and look at her, deciding what he would use next on her. He selected a small remote controlled silver bullet vibrator with harness to hold it firmly to her clit and returned to her. He began to fasten the straps to her thighs as he placed the toy against her clit and clicked the remote on low. Hannah gasped loudly around the ball gag as she felt the soft vibrations hum through her body. He moved behind her and began to unfasten the shackles from her wrists, letting her arms fall to her sides.
He slowly lifted the silver loop of the chain around her neck, releasing it from the hook it hung by. She let out a soft sigh of relief. Without a word, he forced her to shuffle forward toward the cold steel table that stood in front of the full-length mirror. Her hands gripped the edge as she teetered, trying to remain on her feet. The stilettos made her movement even more awkward. With a swift shove and a loud thud, she landed against the table. A single tear streamed down her cheek from under the blindfold as the clamps bit harder into her chest.
He laughed softly as he walked to her left side and took her frail wrist in his hand. The metal shackle clanged shut around it as he locked her in place. His hand crashed down against her exposed ass cheeks, leaving a reddened imprint where it landed. He then walked to the other side of the table repeating the process. He reached down and clicked the lever to unlock the shackles from their stationary position for readjustment. Cole then slid the bar beneath the table forward as he watched her body lower awkwardly onto the table.
He crouched behind Hannah and unhooked the spreader bar from between her ankles, positioning each on the outside of the table leg and securely fastening the cuffs to them. The tops of her thighs rested against the table's cold steel edge, as did her upper body. The frigid metal served to make her nipples ache even further. Tiny droplets of blood marred the table's immaculate appearance as the clamps tore further into her nipples.
Cole removed the blindfold from her and tossed it aside. It took several moments for her eyes to readjust as she blinked. She squinted as she tried to focus on the mirror a few feet in front of her. Staring into its reflective skin, she saw him completely naked and standing directly behind her. His body looming over her fragile confined form. His piercingly dark eyes stared back at her from the mirror as he ran his hand across his baldhead. An evil smile possessed his lips as he held up the remote for her to see. He clicked its setting up a notch, watching her body tremble as the vibrations rippled through her.
Without warning he, plunged two fingers deep inside her dripping little slit and watched them sink in. The warm wetness surrounded them as he began to piston them in and out of her juicy cunt. Hannah squirmed, causing the sharp metal teeth to shred her flesh. Cole pulled his fingers out of her slowly and inspected the glistening liquid that coated them. He brought the fingers up under his nose and inhaled her delicate bouquet for a moment. His smile broadened.
He smeared the thin fluid on her cheek then walked back over to the bench once again. This time he returned with a large black candle, a spray bottle full of water, a very large knife and a riding crop. He laid the crop, the knife, bottle next to her on the table, and held the candle up for her to see. The scent of leather wafted on the air as he brought it closer to her. Her eyes widened as she saw the reflection of the candle as it tipped, sending hot wax splashing down on her bare flesh. He poured several pools of wax onto her unsuspecting flesh and watched each harden slowly. Each searing caress of the wax brought forth a small whimper from around the ball gag.