Page 114 of Inferno

I blink, momentarily stunned by the sight before me.

The vibrant purple wall was adorned with six massive chocolate creations shaped like dildos.

And I mean gigantic in length and girth.

I turn to my handler, Richard—I’ve given that nickname to him because he was such a dick—and my stomach plummets as I see the black flogger in his hand. The sight is sickening and smells faintly of leather and sweat.

“Head down until The Master gives you your instructions,” he whispers.

With a sharp turn, I immediately follow his instructions, the air thick with anticipation.

“Welcome to the third annual Decadence Games. We are delighted to have you here. Now, you’re all probably wondering what your first task is,” the robotic voice booms through the room.

Even disguised, I can tell it’s deep. Every time I hear the word decadent, I feel instant regret thinking about what I did to Jimmy.

“Each of you are property of Decadence now. This is a game of survival. Only the winning contestant shall receive the golden ticket. That ticket will not only change your life, but your family’s, the ones who signed you over to us. The games are all simple yet effective to find the perfect winner. This is about pain and pleasure, finding the perfect balance between the two can be euphoric. But the question is, can you handle what I can give you? Are you worthy of it?”

I swear I hear the girl next to me sniffling, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound.

“On to the first game. As you can see in front of you, there is a wall, and each of you have your own piece of chocolate to attend to. How deep can you go?”

I gulp.

A low chuckle vibrates through the air, making me clench my fists in response.

“That’s the pleasure element. Perhaps the sweetest dick you’ll ever have. For some of you, your last. But don’t forget, where there is pleasure, there is pain.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. The flogger.

“The guards will give you a score out of ten for your performance. The woman with the lowest will be eliminated. Your Master wishes you luck in this sweet hell. Now, get on all fours. It’s time to see how much you can take.”

Scrunching up my face, I look at the chocolate dildo on the wall in front of me.

This is embarrassing.

Of all the things I’ve trained for, this is something I don’t have a clue about.

With numb fingers tapping a rhythm on my ice-cold thigh, I considered my options.

I’m unarmed, six guards, and no way out. Cameras are everywhere, I just have to suck it up, literally, and move on to the next game.

So I’m the first woman to step forward, as I drop to all fours a position both humbling and strangely empowering.

The other girls quickly follow suit, not wanting to be the last one.

Who knows how we’re being scored?

The Master said, “how deep can we go?”

Taking a deep breath, I realize that this isn’t being forced upon me, it’s about my self-reliance and pushing my limits. No force. No slamming me against a wall.

I block out the world, returning to Italy in my mind. The smooth texture of the chocolate shaft against my hand brings him instantly to mind.

As I part my lips and slide the chocolate into my mouth, I realize it’s kinda similar in size to him, too.

As the tip hits the back of my mouth, I jolt forward and choke, feeling the flogger crack down hard on my ass.

And again on the other side.

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