Leveria giggled and flicked my nipple, apparently quite amused by my 'joke.' "I thought I knew what I wanted!" She lamented to the ceiling, her arms outstretched, "Ah, but the best laid plans are flexible ones." She dropped her arms to her side, and smiled at me. "The game is still the same; I am going to cut a piece off you every day, then I'm going to leave. Once you've accustomed yourself to the new reality, I will come back the next day, and do it again." She crouched so that her face was a few inches from mine, and she stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, "I was going to start with your cock, then your nipples, then your nose, then your ears. When I was done with your face, I was going to remove your eyelids and put your head in clamps so that you had to look at yourself." She gestured to the mirror above, "I wanted to break you early, you understand. After that, I'd do your fingers and toes, and work my way in." She pinched my cheek, and wrinkled her nose, "But I didn't anticipate actually liking you!"
"I'm sorry for spoiling the party." I said, my mouth void of moisture. I tried to keep my face impassive, but I couldn't control the film of cold sweat that had formed over my body. Leveria wasn't going to do me in one day, or even a week; it was going to be months. Months of lying strapped to a table while I watched myself become less with each day. Twenty-three hours of dread and misery followed by one hour of sheer horror and agony. The thought burrowed its way into my mind just as Leveria's eyes lit up, "I know!" She said with a wide grin, "I'll let you choose!"
"What?"
Leveria stood up, proffering the snippers. "What part of Elena Straltaira do you like the least?"
I gaped at her. "My toenails could use a trim."
Leveria giggled again, her face rosy with mirth. "Be reasonable, Elena. If you don't make the choice, then I will."
I gulped, and looked at my body. I never realized before how precious every part of me was, how everything fit perfectly together to complete the puzzle. No matter what I chose, I would forever notice its absence. Leveria clicked her snippers impatiently, and I cleared my throat. "Second toe on the right foot. It curves over one of my other toes; it always bothered me."
"This one?" Leveria said, gently separating the toe from its companions, "It does kind of bend at a weird angle."
"It's a bitch to walk on."
"Well, just lie back, and let Doctor Leveria Tiadoa assist you with that." She whispered, her voice edging. She pulled the toe backward, remarkably tender in her movements. One breath, then another. She brought the snippers around the toe, then frowned, shook her head subtly, and changed the angle. One breath, then another. Her hands were shaking, sweat ran from her brow. She wiped her face with her sleeve, and refocused. She seemed unsure. "Forgive me, Elena." She said, giving me a bashful expression, "This is my first time doing anything like this."
"Maybe surgery's not your calling." I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice, tried to seem like the calming presence.
"You really are a funny one." Leveria giggled, her posture loosening, her tremulous hands relaxing, "You know, I tortured my mother the same way I did Prestira. Sexual deprivation, humiliation, and pain, but nothing permanent on the flesh. I wanted to break their souls, but you... you, I want to keep as you are for a long time. I hope your spirit is strong enough." She took a deep breath, then smiled broadly at me. She squeezed the handles. The first thing I felt was a piercing cold, like my foot had been dipped in an ice bath. Then, the pain. The serrated teeth bit into the flesh, the jagged edges sawed through the tendons, rending the taut sinew. I screamed, thrashing in my binds, my vision blurring, my heart galloping in my ears. Leveria rotated the blades, cutting a circular path all the way around, exposing the white bone beneath the layers of red meat, the stringing tendons snapping like lute strings back into my foot. My vocal chords ruptured with my shriek, the iron taste of blood in my mouth. Then I felt the cold against my bone, scraping, biting, sawing deeper, deeper, deeper, oh god! Then, nothing. Just a horrible throb in my foot, and the caress of cool air where I should never have felt it.
"WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR MEDICAL DEGREE?!" I shrieked through my agony, my straightened leg bouncing with the spasms that wracked it, my remaining toes curling near to cracking.
Leveria held my severed toe in her gloved hand. She stared from it, to me. Her sapphire eyes were wild, her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was heavy and tense, her bodice heaving with it. Her hands shook with adrenaline as she dropped the snippers into the box with a metallic clang, then struggled to place my toe into a velvet pouch. She looked at me as though to speak, but her trembling lips couldn't form the words, and when her eyes met mine, she averted them quickly. She cleared her throat, grabbed her box, then walked out of the room. The door clanged shut, and I was left alone. The drip of water, the howl of the wind, the horrible pain in my foot. When her footsteps faded to silence, I finally let myself weep.
Hours past. My foot beat with its own pulse, but the pain had faded to a persistent ache. I was exhausted, but my senses were dialed in. The sunlight turned to moonlight, and the darkness deepened. Shadows moved in the corners. Metal screeched and clanged. Footsteps? No, it was just my mind. How long did it take to go mad? The darkness allowed me to paint every horror within it, and each one was more real to me than the last. Screech. Clang. Click, click, click. A lie of my waning sanity. Click, click, click. Did I hear the rub of leather? Did I smell perfume? I felt something. A weight atop me, the plaint presses of a woman's thighs straddling me above the knees. Flash, light. A match was sparked to reveal sapphire eyes ringed in black, set above fair features that looked hellish in the underlit luminance. Leveria lit a candle, and set it on the table beside my board.
"Can't sleep?" She whispered, "Me neither. Maybe we can help each other."
I barely had time to register what was happening before Leveria dipped her head between my legs, and enveloped my flaccid cock in her black lips. I gasped. Her tongue was a wet pillow that curled along my underside, the tip caressing me like a beckoning finger as her lips sucked generously, their black sheened surfaces moist and pliant against me. My mind seemed to rend with the sudden contrast of sensation, the synapses stuck between pain and pleasure, fear and lust. Leveria watched me intently, her leather clad shoulders hunching as she slurped upon me, squelching noises emanating from her sealed lips. I couldn't stop myself. I got hard. I got harder than I'd been for Sherok, for Prestira, for Destiny, for Diamond, for Sapphire, for Onyx, for Ruby, for Crystal and for Opal. Harder than I'd ever been for Yavara. My entire body seemed to pull into my loins, the sensation bursting from the thinning skin, the veins pulsing. And oh, she was soft and hot, wet and tight, her vacuumed lips taking me into her swallowing throat, her tender esophagus closing around me, pulling me deeper. There was no malevolence in her eyes, no cruelty, but only a yearning for me. She splayed her delicate fingers about my pelvis, framing my base with her pressing thumbs, and she sucked me like I'd never been sucked before. Her tongue slithered along me with each pass, wrapping me in a serpentine undulation of wetness, massaging the tension as her lips pulled so tightly. The point of her nose turned down with the stretching of her muzzle, her cheeks becoming gaunt to highlight their extravagant structure. And her eyes, those sapphires that seemed to burn like cobalt flame, rimmed with black liner like coal. The throbbing in my foot seemed to vanish. I became aware that I was moaning. Moaning for her, and oh god, I couldn't stop! I called her name in the throes of ecstasy, my eyes filmed with tears, my mind hinging on every sensation delivered to my paper-thin flesh. I felt one hand slide from my pelvis and trail between my legs, and the fingers there forked to press questioningly against my nethers.
"Yes!" I screamed, unable to deny my desires. She pushed two fingers into my slit, and two into my anus, and my holes sucked her in greedily, the tender flesh therein embracing her. She kneaded my feminine parts with trepidation, experienced, but very aware of her inexperience. It didn't matter. My senses were heightened to a state I'd never known before, and every gentle press of her fingertips sent my insides into a chaos of convulsion. She buried herself to the bottom knuckle, and slowly moved in and out, making me feel her penetration anew each time, my pussy drooling and spurting my gelatinous nectar, my sphincter closing behind her exiting tips just to be opened again, each violation a celebration of sensation, my pelvic floor flexing in spasms of delight. But it was her mouth that captured me, her black lips ringed around my dark throbbing meat, her alabaster flesh ruby with her exhilaration. She began to hum lecherous moans around me, her hips twisting behind her, her leather-clad glutes bulging in their constraints. She worked my shaft to a fervor, her head bobbing up and down, her humming pitch rising, her brows knitting together. Her platinum pony tail flailed behind her as she plunged again, and again, and again, her fingers moving in accordance with her mouth, raping me, but oh, how could I call it such?! For I wasn't moaning, but crying out, my mouth a smiling oval of sexual awe, tears of ecstasy streaking down my cheeks. Sounds like muffled screeches were emanating from her seal, and I could see in her possessed eyes that she was coming with me, aroused to the point that she could orgasm without even touching herself. With a final plunge of her lips and fingers, I screamed to the ceiling, seeing my reflection above, seeing her black-leathered body feeding from me like a lioness over downed prey. Then the visage blurred in my breaking euphoria, and I arched against the spread of my limbs, and came into Leveria's mouth. She collapsed atop me, her body trembling, my eroticizing nectar pumping down her constricting gullet. My feminine holes contracted in orgasm, and I sobbed as she sucked me dry, swallowing all that I had to offer.
We lay there in the dark cell, a square of moonlight shining from the basement window, framing Leveria's face as she slowly withdrew. My cock popped from her mouth, sheened black with her smeared lipstick. She licked me from base to tip, and when she met my apex, her eyes focused. Her demeanor changed. She looked suddenly very uncomfortable, and she awkwardly shifted off me. I was more than uncomfortable. I had been raped in the worst way. For in that moment of climax, I wasn't terrified, or disgusted, or even ashamed. I was only... but I wouldn't dare think it. Leveria swallowed, then dissipated into the darkness. The door clanged shut, and I was left alone once again. The drip of water, the howl of the wind, the horrible throbbing in my foot coming back to me. But all I could think about, was her.
LEVERIA
"...of course, we all want a quick end to this war," Lord Ternias said grandly on the floor of the Noble Court, "but there are those amongst us that have a vested interest in prolonging it. Families with strong military ties stand to profit immensely from a drawn-out effort."
