Page 21 of Voodoo Doll
A tickling sensation ran along my rib cage in perfect time with his motions on the doll.?
“Oh, Christ,” I groaned. The overwhelming fear gripping my chest warred with the tickling sensation, which would normally make me squirm and giggle. The combination was almost too much for my mind to handle.
“There is no Christ here,ma chère. Only I. Only Bash. Only your Master.” He flicked the middle of the doll. Crying out in pain, I writhed as a stinging phantom slap struck one of my breasts. My body betrayed me as my nipple immediately hardened further with arousal, overpowering even the depths of my terror.
“Please! Please don’t… don’t hurt me.” Sobs racked my body as I humiliated myself further by begging pitifully.
“Oh now, my Dark Moon, where is the fun in that? I told you, you must understand the power that you wish to wield. Voodoo Dolls can be used to cause all sorts of sensations, and I intend to show you each and every one of them this evening. I’m afraid we are going to be here for quite some time.” His midnight eyes grew even more sinister as he smiled. “Of course, we won’t only be using the doll. I intend to drink my fill of you before we’re through, and I will savor every moment of it. Get comfortable.”
A flick of his finger and an indiscernibly muttered word had the binding ropes pulling tighter, straining my joints to the point of pain. My wretched moan of hopelessness deepened as I felt his phantom hands on me again, caressing my breasts, trailing down my stomach towards my pussy. My core clenched rebelliously as I felt his touch graze across my outer lips, and my mind recalled the dark dreams and fantasies I had experienced over the past days.
“Oh, my good little puppet. What a good girl! See the pleasure I can give you, as well as the pain? The one gives meaning to the other. They are two sides of a coin. Pleasure…” He trailed off, his fingers between the doll’s thighs making me squirm and pant. “And pain.”
I cried out as the touch became a sharp smack across my pussy.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Thrashing violently, I pulled against my restraints, to no avail. I was completely and utterly in his power.
His presence loomed over me before I could register his movement, his hand sliding across my chilled skin to grip one of my breasts. Finding my nipple, he rolled it between his fingers sharply, making my back arch with a groan. With a terrifying chuckle, he pinched hard, twisting roughly as tendrils of pain shot through me.
“Pain and pleasure,ma chère. That is how we will take away your heartbreak. I will take away every thought, save for those of me.”
Panting, wide-eyed, and scared, I was unable to look anywhere but directly into his eyes. “Pl… please. Please Bash. I’m scared.” My voice trembled with my powerlessness.
“Good,” he all but sneered. Fear curdled anew in my belly, somehow mixing with the aching in my core to create a depth ofarousal I did not know was even possible. I fell back against the table as he released my nipple.
Turning away for a moment, he moved to one wall a few feet away from me. Several items hung from hooks on the wall; things that looked like whips, or paddles, or long thin sticks on handles. Below them, a workbench sat, littered with other items; sex toys, handcuffs, needles, candles, and more.
He seemed to ponder for a moment before selecting a flogger from its hook on the wall. He paused for a moment, running his hands down the many thin strips of leather, then picked up a vibrator from the table. Returning to my side, he set both down between my legs for a moment.
“As much as I love seeing the fear in your eyes, my dark moon, I like the idea of you blinded even more,” he whispered, removing a blindfold from his pocket and placing it over my eyes, securing it in place.
My breath quickened. Fear sparked anew as he took my sight. Every other sense immediately seemed to become more sensitive. I jerked and gasped as the tips of the flogger’s falls brushed lightly across my stomach and up across my breasts. Cringing, I realized my nipples were hardening into peaks once more at the sadistic touch.?
Moments ticked by, the passing time only notated by the beat of my own thundering heart as I waited in rapt anticipation.
“Fuck!” I screamed as the flogger thudded against one thigh. His pleased chuckle was his only response before the torture implement fell again across my other thigh.
Again and again the falls rained down across my body, striking my legs, my stomach, my breasts, arms, even my pussy, each stroke feeling harder than the last. My chest burned with the need for air as my breaths came in short pants between screams. I could not stop wriggling and writhing with each wail of pain as he beat me mercilessly. Warmth blossomed over myskin, and I knew it must be bright red. The thought of his marks on my body had my core clenching with desire.
It would never end. The pain would carry on forever, and I would fall victim to his torture. Sobs tore through me, feeling helpless, hopeless, and humiliated. As I resigned myself to my fate, I heard the vibrator being turned on. Almost before I could process what I was hearing, Bash pressed the rounded head against my lower lips, the intense and almost painful pleasure ripping a moan from my raw and stinging throat.
“That’s it, puppet. Feel the pleasure only I can provide you. Let it overwhelm you.” His voice was full of dark and sultry promise as he spread my pussy open, letting the vibrating head of the toy press directly against my aching clit.
“Oh, fuck! Oh god, Bash. Please don’t stop. Please.” I arched my hips, seeking harder pressure, seeking the orgasm that already threatened to wash over me. Suddenly the flogger was there again, striking my tits and chest, and the juxtaposition of sensations had me reeling. I screamed as the orgasm was torn from me, threatening to overwhelm me completely as pleasure shot like electricity from my clit throughout my entire body. It was, without question, the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life.
“Please stop. Please! Please!” I begged and pleaded. I debased myself, willing to give him anything in return for a moment’s relief.
“Oh, my pathetic little moon. The night is young, and I am nowhere near done with you.” Chuckling at my pathetic search for respite, he whispered the words in my ear, his tongue curling around the sensitive shell.
The vibrator continued buzzing against me, unceasing, unending and unforgiving in its tortured pleasure over my clit, until yet another orgasm was forced from my body, right on the heels of the first. He abandoned the flogger; the implementdropping to the floor with a thud, freeing his hand to run across my body, slapping and pinching and scraping his nails along my raw, over-sensitized skin.
“Again,ma chère. Again! Fall apart for me once more.” Pain and pleasure mingled together in an exquisite cocktail of utter hedonism. “Abandon all thought, all reason, all sense of self. Give yourself to me, mind, body, and soul. Feel.”
Each spoken command tore through me, forcing my mind to bend to his will, his words spoken in an unknown rhythm, not unlike a chant. The cruel ministrations of his hands, combined with the ever-torturing toy, overstimulated me to the brink of madness.
I felt myself slipping, felt my mind go blank as his words, his very presence invading every corner of my reality. As I finally let go completely, a small part of my mind realized that he had been right once again.
