IN THE SKY THAT NIGHT CHAPTER 3- BETWEEN TWO WORLDS PART 2
AUTHORS NOTES
Apologies for the delay in updates and thanks to those who have stuck with story so long.
'This' typically means someone is thinking or it is a flashback.
In this chapter, BOLD means Hope is in flashback sequence to the Unchained Tower.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with character A in a warehouse. Then we go to character B in an apartment- a scene change from a warehouse to an apartment.
Disclaimer; I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is nonprofit-I am making no money from this.
Several days later...
18 year old Hope Estheim was in a horrible state;
He sat (without what any decent person would call clothing) atop a perverse device known as a spanking bench with a frame of silver metal and padding of soft black latex that moulded around his body with the large unyielding device between his thighs. Hope was not tall enough for his feet to reach the floor and this was made worse by a metal bar attached to manacles on his ankles locked together underneath the bench mercilessly stretching his pelvis. As a result, his entire body weight pressed down on his crotch and he felt the area between his legs being squashed/crushed. He was not in danger of falling off the device though, his arms were above his head, held in padded handcuffs and connected to a ceiling beam. The restraints slightly stretched his arms and shoulders, but cruelly did not take any of his body weight off his painfully erect cock.
Even the developing masochist considered this painful, even frightening, and while his domme stalked around him acquiring instruments from the bench, for a moment wondered how he had come to this...
Several days earlier…
A tide of people flowed off the Bodhum White Line maglev train into a station carrying with it a preoccupied Hope Estheim. The teen went with the flow, avoiding being crushed yet still somehow moving in the approximate direction he wanted to go: towards the Bodhum Academy of Technology located in Bodhums heart district at the hub of shops, bars, leisure centres and a mall.
Here, it was possible to find anything; technology, clothes, artefacts of the past. He walked past a Unicorn Mart; smiling as he jokingly wondered if he should stock up on healing products if he was going to be seeing Lightning/Mistress Rose on a regular basis. His smile dropped as he seriously considered it.
Moving on he passed Edens Pharmaceuticals, he remembered having a part-time job at one of their stores once.
He saw an ambiguous looking crowd enter an Up In Arms store up ahead, amateur monster hunters he suspected. The leader in particular, a blond haired giant wearing a beat up coat, a hat and a goofy grin inside the beginnings of a beard looked particularly not-reassuring. He quickly moved on not wanting to be around if the group started firing off rounds.
Up next was a Plautus's Workshop- not so crowded- too expensive he suspected.
A closed for renovations sign hung in the windows of Gilgamesh, Inc.
Chattering men and women walked in and out of B&W Outfitters.
He froze as Sanctum Labs had an aristocratic looking woman sporting glasses and blonde hair with a military air that kind of reminded Hope of the way Lightning held herself stride out, not acknowledging the crowds around her.
The crowd continued shoving him along, thinning out to the point where he felt like he was no longer being herded down a series of corridors anymore.
Despite the bustling world around him, the only thought on his mind was that of his next session with light had been confirmed. He was giddy with excitement at the thought of seeing her again.
Compared to that, attending the Bodhum Academy of Technology for the first time felt… boring.
He saw his destination- large, four storeys tall and spread out across an entire city block, its design represented stunning construction more akin to the metropolis of Eden than the resort town of Bodhum and its metal and glass shone almost gloriously in the morning's artificial sun.
Nothing new there.
He entered, passing through the security system utilising scanners that recorded student biometrics. Hope was no stranger to exploring new places, being moved from place to place on Cocoon whim to his fathers career all his life. He didn't see anything he hadn't seen in the many education institutes he had attended before. He absently took in all sights and sounds into his eidetic memory.
He saw people, most older than him. Some people see him. Some recognise him. He recognised them; people within Cocoon's upper crust. Heirs and geniuses, rich kids and the gifted on scholarships. A wide range of people's, though not as wide as those he had passed moving through Bodhums streets.
The Palumpolum native hadn't seen anything new so far.
He absently noted the uniforms the people wore, white jackets over shirts and black pants while the excited chatter of young men and women was just white noise to Hope.
Moving on through the halls, he noted furnishings; metal and plastic walls, with pictures of honoured students and holos of Bodhum proudly displayed. A large symbol of the University loomed large; crystals within crystals, quite dizzying to look at.
His nose detected… lots of perfume and plants. Though not as strong as the atmosphere of the Tower…
He easily found his classes; technology based (mostly Cocoon supporting tech like anti-grav and AMP), no doubt chosen by his father.
The lessons were easy, middle aged men reciting textbooks detailing Cocoon's air recycling system; a combination of machines, plants from places like the Sunleth Waterscape and Fal'Cie manipulation of the atmosphere.
If he was focused on anything but daydreams of the rose haired goddess abusing or demeaning him he'd have noticed he was being watched with intensity by one Alyssa Zaidelle; daughter of a Sanctum Weapons manufacturer, owner of a 200 point IQ technology prodigy and ... slightly... eccentric in interests. She took several pictures of Hope with one of her inventions; cameras embedded within spectacles. The pictures she took included infrared and X-ray (which the weird girl found the most arousing).
-X-
The Unchained Tower, later that day…
Hope bounced with nervous excitement as for the second time he walked through the Tower lobby announcing himself. For days he had been unable to sleep, unable to stop thinking about the rose-haired dominatrix.
The young man had some experience with girls before, but it wasn't like this, never before felt levels of excitement flowed over Hope when he thought of her face, her voice, her strength… lust, need, pain, confusion all mixed together.
More than once in the past few days, Hope had gotten uselessly hard after being reminded of Light in some way and he had to 'relieve himself'. Masturbating at school had never happened before.
In a noticeable gain in confidence he sported no ridiculous disguise this time believing he would handle himself with more dignity than his last visit. That all went out the window when Vanille showed up.
Dressed in the female version of the uniform of the Bodhum Academy of Technology.
And asked if he could borrow notes from a class she missed earlier that day.
-X-
As they stood together in an elevator to Hope's assigned room, a different one from last time, they spoke (or the redhead spoke while Hope awkwardly listened) the redhead explained that she worked at the Tower to pay tuition and become a doctor. Hope remembered that the Academy they both (apparently) attended did include technology to heal so there were many aspiring medical practitioners attending.
"Er… yeah! I can email you m- uhh…"
The elevator doors opened and Hope's brain crashed as he laid eyes upon a heavenly body wrapped in delicious white leather that reflected in halls the dim lighting.
Intense aqua eyes glared at Hope from behind designer spectacles, pink hair styled and wrapped up in a bun revealing all of her lovely face to his gaze. Her eyes were so fierce, Hope had to fearfully lower his gaze to her body, gulping as his eyes sunk into her form like a black hole; she wore a unbuttoned latex blouse overlaid by a matching colour corset that squeezed her already exceptional waist in to a harsh hourglass shape while pushing her breasts up and together forming a deep curvy cleavage, below the corset was an indecently short, white skirt barely covering her shapely hips. Her legs were covered by also pure white stockings and she wore again white heeled shoes. Colour notwithstanding, it was an outfit not unlike what Vanille was wearing when he first came here.
The reaction was that boy genius Hope Estheim's mouth dropped to the floor, his eyes widened, his heart stopped, then beat at a crazed pace, his temperature soared and his brain crashed.
Vanille stood in the elevator swinging her arms about watching as Hope stared and approached drooling at her friend oblivious to her presence. Suddenly bored, she waved her hand in front of Hopes eyes a couple of times.
"Helllllooooo?" She sang.
Hope snapped back to life turning beet red, looking back and forth between the amused redhaired girl and the seemingly menacing rose-locked woman in a panic.
"ER, AH! VANILLE! I'M SO-AACK!" He was cut off by Lightning grabbing him by the ear of all places and dragging him out of the metal box.
Vanille waved cheerily at the departing couple; "Byee! Remember to email me your notes okay?"
Lightning mercilessly dragged Hope along by his ear, the larger male did nothing to challenge this, in fact following the pull on his ear so as to lessen the pain.
"You lazily requested an hour. For proper education, I've made it two hours, no extra cost to you." Those were the only words she spoke before opening a reinforced-looking door and shoving Hope into the darkness beyond so hard he nearly fell over. He heard the door slam behind him.
"Eyes up, Mr Snowflake. Class is in session.
So intense was her voice that Hope didn't dare laugh at the absurdity of the situation. 'Is she supposed to be a teacher?' He had unfortunately never seen a teacher dressed like her.
"You're in violation of the dress code Mr Snowflake- all students wear uniforms."
Hope finally broke his vision away from the gorgeous woman before him and looked around the place he had been cast into; the room was dark, dim lanterns in room corners were the only forms of illumination. Squinting, he saw in the darkness an outline of a type of classroom setting; desks and…
…people sitting at them!
His heart froze for a moment thinking this was some kind of exhibitionist thing. Then his eyes adjusted and he realised the humanoid forms, sitting at desks arranged like classroom furniture for schools (which he figured set the fantasy he thought giddily) had skins of shimmering black, possessing weird outlines of features; like real people wearing bondage costumes. They were unmoving, not breathing and Hope breathed a sigh of relief realizing they were dummies… that all had lewdly gaping open mouths and were… Anatomically correct. Both male and female.
His heart beating a mile a minute, his eyes scanned the rest of the room, he saw the dungeon was indeed arranged in a pseudo school setting. He identified a larger desk at the front that he suspected was Lightning's with a large holoscreen on the wall past it.
He was starting to calm down when a cool voice shot through him; "Over there, get in and put on the appropriate uniform." Mistress Rose pointed at something, his eyes followed her commands, landing on clothing hanging on a mannequin with written details how to wear it. He was terrified when he fully saw it.
"Ermm… Mistress… wh-where do I change?" He quivered.
Light glared at him. "Where I can monitor and instruct you of course. Have you ever worn a thong before?"
-X-
Downstairs in the Lobby…
Alyssa walked in looking around in curiosity, the blonde girl had cloaked drones lurking around just in case. She looked around carefully, she didn't know what this place was, but wanted, needed to find out why her (in her mind) future boyfriend) had come here.
And why he didn't notice her attentions!
While the eccentric genius found herself most comfy in labs and old machine shops found she rather liked the décor and atmosphere here.
"Hi! Can I help you?" An attractive receptionist asked.
"Oh, I'm lost (giggles) can you… tell me where I am?" She entered full ditsy mode, the young genius knew full well it made people underestimate her. Alyssa's blue eyes widened in wonder and intrigue as she received an explanation of the Tower and its services and a free catalogue detailing the facility and its amenities.
Minutes later she left, clutching the catalogue tightly. Vanille watched her go, hiding behind a pillar.
'That was the… kinda crazy girl from the Academy…. This could be bad… she must have followed Hope…'
-X-
Light hadn't stopped watching him, smiling evil (like in a recent dream) as Hope disrobed before her, then redressed (if that's what this was) in his allotted garb.
So now the son of one of the wealthiest and most influential members of Cocoon society stood humiliated, in a room full of rubber sexdolls before his 'teacher' in a 'uniform' that was inappropriate in the extreme;
It was a Schoolgirls outfit, one not unlike the unacceptably short and tight uniforms that popped up in pervy anime. Clean white socks that fit his legs up to his thighs, a pleated, checkered red and black skirt so short it covered nothing, anyone 10 feet away could see Hope's underwear, the bulge of his erection and practically his entire bare ass thanks to cheap female underwear that he couldn't believe any girl would really wear outside of a strippers stage or a fetish scene as its back end was a thong that disappeared disturbingly far up Hopes ass and it's sides dug in to his flesh due to stretching to accommodate his still growing penis.
To complete the degrading ensemble, a two-sizes-too-small button shirt tied up revealing his midriff clung tightly to his torso.
He felt humiliated, naked, debased. Yet excited, it hadn't occurred to him to say no.
At Light's order Hope 'introduced himself to the class';
She demanded who he was; "...I'm Hope Estheim." He quivered out.
She demanded what he did; "I-I'm a student at... The Bodhum Academy of Technology... " He choked out.
She demanded what he wanted; "I want to be strong enough to satisfy Mistress Rose." He sounded actually quite manly saying that Light mused.
Drawing out every movement, the dominatrix stepped behind Hope, put her hand on his nervously quivering back. Crassly she flipped his skirt up. She studied his underwear and declared it as correct.
She pushed the emasculated male forward. The room had no windows, illuminated only by lamps, making the place dark and intimidating, a shelf on one of the black walls filled with BDSM equipment and holoscreens on the opposite wall. In the middle of the room was a large black and silver object he didn't get a good look at before his Domme had shoved him to his destination.
The teachers desk.
"Okay, Miss Snowflake." She drew out the 'miss' part. "I have been told that you wish for multiple future sessions. Bend over my desk, present your small ass to the class. First we will go over the rules of my domain."
Hope's fearful eyes dashed across the desk. It was white plastic. On it was a red folder with the words 'H. Estheim ; pervert' written on the cover. He felt uncertain, afraid.
Hope hesitated, arms nervously hugging his sides. Light got behind him, put an iron strong hand on his right shoulder and easily made the male bend over the front desk. She placed a hand down on the desk by Hope's face drawing his attention. He noticed how unfeminine her hands were; short nails, no polish, callouses from extreme physical activity.
The young man was even more aware of her shapely, leather clad body rubbing against his.
His mind ran rampant over what was next: the flogger again? He enjoyed, no loved that. Something harder? Like a whip? The young man struggled to imagine what would strike at him as he stared ahead into the board.
Lightning carefully studied her sub; his body trembled with anticipation and fear, his face flushed with embarrassment, muscles tight with apprehension of the pain to come. His eyes uncertain- before hardening to determination- Lightning realised she found it infuriatingly, sickeningly cute. She saw the perverse semblance of clothing showcase Hope's lean musculature. He was not as soft or pudgy as a typical spoilt rich kid.
"Spread your legs." Light saw Hope's clearly-into-it-package hanging, straining against the white cotton panties she'd brought for him.
"Hmm… what sorry specimen do I have to work with today? Light taunted as both hands squeezed Hope's ass, digging deeper. When Hope could no longer keep his ass tensed, she violently pulled her arms up, nearly lifting the shocked male attached to her toy off the floor.
"On the board are the rules of my classroom. Read them aloud."
The embarrassed and aroused teen gulped in humiliation and gripped the desk tight. The young man started reading slowly scrolling text;
"…Wh- when I enter the Unchained Tower I am the property of my assigned Mistress, pleasing them is my one and only goal."
SMACK!
Hope's body froze in shock and went an even deeper red with shock and embarrassment as he realised he had been struck, not with a cold, unfeeling device, but a bare hand. His cock reacted and grew against the tables edge, his mouth opening and closing childishly not knowing what to say. How was it that a mere slap had caused this? He shuddered as the palm opened, briefly releasing his ass from a steel hard grip. When the fingers closed again he gasped out loudly. He stared ahead into the board, his malfunctioning brain rebooting and yelling at him that she was touching him.
"I didn't tell you to stop reading Miss Snowflake." The domme spoke so cold Hope could hear the terrifying woman's scowl, Hope turned his head, his breath freezing in his throat as he stared into her eyes for a moment.
"I-I'm sorry... Mistress…." He blurted the last part out, looking down in submission. Then he turned back to the screen. He obediently began reading again.
Light kept her hand on Hope's ass; it felt soft yet with solid muscle beneath supple flesh. She had spanked/beat a lot of people before. Fat, thin, muscular, trim, but they never felt quite like this somehow. His ass was tight, anticipating something heavy like a paddle Light suspected.
"Huh, seen better…" Actually Light thought Hope had a great ass: firm and toned. She could spank it all night.
"My body... and mind are the property of my Mistress-"
SMACK!
Hope was amazed how much this hurt: with no tools! 'Was she actually holding back last time?!'
"You thought me teasing you with beginner level toys was the worst I could do to you right? Those devices were designed to bend and give to not cut and lack the weight to cause internal damage. I can… and will do worse to you tonight." She promised.
"You do remember the safe word right, little miss rich girl?" "Snowflake… Mistress…" Hope didn't dare look at her, but fearfully stared ahead.
"Good. You will be using it- I wonder how soon. For now, princess, keep reading your new rules of Goddess." She pointed over Hope's head at the screen.
Hope vowed he wouldn't use the safe word- it would be like proving he was unworthy- had wasted Lightning's time. He would endure- get stronger. Let the woman do whatever she desired.
SMACK!
Hope's fingers gripped the table before him as more fire erupted into his posterior. Behind her icy façade Light was loving this: Hope's ass was so springy and pale, it felt and looked perfect for spanking.
Oblivious to the rose-haired woman's lewd musings, Hope remained bent over, staring at the scrolling holoboard and kept reciting obediently even as the frightening feeling in his bottom escalated into a blaze of pain.
"To be used as she desires!" 'Did her hand hurt worse than the flogger?'
SMACK!
"I have given consent by entering Mistress Rose's dungeon- I will submit to all challenges, discipline and punishments my Mistress sees fit."
SMACK!
Hope paused and grit his teeth in honest pain. The outfit he wore left his lean muscles plain and l saw them tense in discomfort as she spanked him. Without looking back at his tormentor he restarted talking, his shaky, distressed voice sounding lovely to Lightning's ears.
"I choose willingly to be treated as my Mistress' property, enduring physical and psychological torture with only my safeword as the exit." As if on cue, two hot, strong hands grabbed both now bruised buttocks and squeezed with cruel force. Hope cried aloud.
"AAAAH! M-my safeword can be used at (ah) any time and I will not be seen as weak for using it." He growled out- the hands on his ass were vice tight.
"I trust my Mistress will keep me safe." One hand released the vice grip and slapped Hope's free cheek.
SMACK!
Despite the amazing pain of the spanking, Hope absorbed the rules, believing them to somehow be vitally important in the future.
"I will serve, obey and please my Mistress, regardless of all other concerns." SMACK!
Pain... obedience... The pain felt ... good to Hope, like a proof that he was alive and not observing life at a distance like he had under the Estheim families thumb, his obedience felt empowering rather than humiliating as it did when used and discarded by the various 'friends' he had dealt with in his life. Pain hot as fire burnt in his posterior and pleasure raged through the manhood strangled inside his underwear.
The spanking went on and on- there were over a hundred rules- some broad, some weirdly specific.
With one final, hard slap on Hope's glowing hot rump (targeted to coincide with the end of the rules on the scrolling holoboard that switched off), Hope gasped in relief.
"Congrats Miss Estheim, you've finished the warmup."
Staring at the now blank screen, Hope was in paradox; his ass throbbed in agony, his throat was dry as a desert and he was sweating from the beating making one part of him glad it was over, while another was sad it was done. Lightning sat down on the desk, her leather clad backside, mere inches from his face.
Hopes eyes widened getting an eyeful of Lightning's leather caressed hips and rump and shapely stocking clad legs.
Her hand shot out and took Hope by the throat. A tug and Hope followed it standing and looking fearfully into Lightning's jewel beautiful eyes for a moment before she mercilessly twisted Hope's face around behind him.
"Stop dawdling Miss Estheim. Take your seat."
She pointed Hope's face at a device located in the middle of the room flanked on all sides by rows of dummy occupied chairs. Hope recognised it as a spanking bench, though more elaborate than any he had seen on the net.
"We're not done yet, little girl Genius, not even close."
-X-
Back in the present...
'And, that was my week getting to this point...'
Hope continued to squirm trapped inside his bondage;
Seated atop a spanking bench of silver metal and black latex with the large unyielding device between his thighs. Painfully aware that he was not tall enough for his feet to reach the floor and this was made worse by a metal bar attached to manacles on his ankles locked together underneath the bench mercilessly stretching his pelvis. Trying to breathe normally as his entire body weight pressed down on his crotch and he felt the area between his legs being squashed/crushed. Reminding himself that he was not in danger of falling off the device and that his arms, held above his head in padded handcuffs and connected to a ceiling beam were not in danger of tearing off despite what the pain in his shoulders told him. He watched Lightning assemble her tools admiring her handiwork; the restraints slightly stretched his arms and shoulders, but cruelly did not take any of his body weight off his painfully erect cock.
Lightning had removed Hope's humiliating blouse and socks leaving the emasculated, trapped male dressed only in the indecently short skirt, panties and bra. The rose-haired dominatrix grabbed Hope by his chin and asked; "Tell me, when you babbled out my rules, what was rule 16?"
Chains and handcuffs clinks and rubber padding on bench creaked as their captive panicked. '16? There were no numbers on the holoboard.'
Lightning leaned in, inches from Hope's face, something demonic in her eyes… "I expect all students to pay utmost attention to my learning environment. What. Was. Rule number 16?"
Hope gulped, he remembered Rule number 1, then counted upwards. He answered. He looked up at Light, silently praying he was correct, the dominatrixes icy demeanour betrayed nothing.
"Correct," She leaned to Hope's ear and whispered, sending a chill through the trapped male. "But too slow."
She produced several pegs from one of the bags hanging on the bench and began agonisingly slowly, attaching them to the insides of Hope's thighs. He couldn't resist in this position. When she was finished a good two dozen pegs bit into his flesh. She watched in satisfaction as his fair coloured flesh slowly turned red.
Light looked her prisoner up and down. A smile appearing, she smiled more often in this line of work (according to Vanille and Fang).
"To the Princess of Palumpolum; what was rule 10?"
Hope was ready this time; "…I will thank my Mistress for the... (gasp) discipline and punishments I receive…"
Light pointed at the pegs on Hope's quivering body. "And you haven't. That deserves another punishment." She removed two devices Hope recognised as nipple clamps from a bag at the benches front. They looked larger than those he saw on the net. They were silver and looked solid and heavy with O rings on to attach weights to.
'This is gonna hurt…'
She attached the devices to Hopes nipples watching him grimace and struggle to not fold over. A snap of her fingers and a shocking jolt of electricity shot from the biting devices into Hope's nipples eliciting a yell of pain and shock from the younger male.
Light felt lust shoot through her as she watched her sub involuntarily react, his body bending, further acerbating the weight punishment onto his ballsac (near grinding into the latex bench) and torque.
'Ah, the wonders of Cocoon tech…' She mused on the electroclamps
Lightning's insides warmed at the sight and sound of her sub's struggle for control. It had disturbed her for a while that she got hot just hearing and seeing people in pain and distress talk. Now it pleased her that she did her job well. She grabbed Hope by his hair and once again got in his face so close the gasping, shuddering teen could smell her dizzying scent. Or maybe that was from being electrocuted.
"What is rule 22, sparky?"
Hope tried to think. It was so hard in this condition…
"…To receive pleasure… I must earn it." He gasped out.
"Good." Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows and lips became a look of predatory evil and amusement. She held up a plastic bag or pouch. "And you will."
She tugged open Hope's panties with one hand and dumped strange white powder from the pouch inside onto the trapped males cock and balls with the other.
"See, princess the key to bondage is the feeling of being trapped, unable to help yourself or relieve your discomfort; like this…" She withdrew her hands easing the silky underwear back to encase Hopes now dusted dick.
'Give it a second…'
Light couldn't describe the portrait of agony Hope's body and face became: his body folded, limbs thrashed against bonds, breathing became ragged, muscles all exploded into a lock of agony. Face, once aware and attentive became a breathing definition of hellish torment that Light found cruelly adorable and he began desperately squirming in his bondage. Her blue eyes watched intrigued as her slaves body strained to fold in on itself, couldn't due to hands being tied above his head and ankles in stocks manacled to floor.
She barely held back from touching herself as a scream vibrated out through grit teeth and tears rippled from scrunched shut eyes.
Caught in the current of agony he began thrashing hips around trying to position his burning manhood against the latex of the spanking bench cover to relieve the agony inside his underwear via rubbing.
Light's lips moved to reveal a rare genuine Lightning Farron smile as she found this display of desperation very arousing. The former soldier grabbed Hope by his hips and effortlessly lifted the larger male right up off the bench. His crotch no longer touched the bench and his body screamed for relief of scratching.
"Yes that's Sahagin scale itching powder, very powerful, makes people scratch until their skin and muscles tear off. Thank me for tying your arms up or you could have ripped your own tiny dick off."
"Huh, huh… thank…y-you mistresss!" He practically screamed.
Light gently put him back down, teasingly patting his butt. Hope spasmed in response as his tormentor picked another device off from the Bench. Hope was in too much distress to notice.
"What was rule 30?"
"Ahh… ah-all my choices(ah)shall be based upon(ahh!)whether or not they will please my Mistress." He forced out through gasps and cries.
"Do you think it pleases me that you risk damaging my equipment by trying to fuck it with your clothes on?" She demanded.
Hope looked down in shock and realised that in the process of trying to scratch the itch downstairs he looked to be humping the bench very hard.
"I-I'm sorry Mistress…" He choked out.
To his bleary eyed vision Light raised a huge syringe in her hands; wider than Hopes arms and long as from Hope's elbow to his fingers, it was a shiny metal and instead of a needle it had a large blunted opening. Its base was larger than Lightning's palm and the domme marvelled at the miracles of perverse human imagination, a microheater in the syringes base continually heated a small reservoir of wax within to a scalding liquid temperature…
Light raised the device to Hopes quivering back, pushed the huge plunger and dripped several drops of molten wax onto the trapped males back, smiling wider as she heard Hope hiss at the heat, scalding, yet more pain joining the stretching of his pelvis, burning in dick.
She slowly, torturously, dripped wax onto Hopes back, considering dripping some onto his pain stretched legs but having an even crueller idea. She picked up a Stinger spear, a particularly savage device consisting of numerous poison stingers from the tails of Barbed Specters giving both painful needles within and mild poison (diluted to be only an irritant) attached to a wooden shaft.
"What was Rule 44?"
"AAAH!MyMistress'roleistostrengthenmethroughdiscomfortorsubjectmetopain,confinementandotherpenaltiesaspunishmentsformyfailures-"
"Slow down Miss Hopeless." Mistress Rose commanded. "I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word. Clearly. And. Unrushed." She punctuated every word with a poke from her finger to small patches of back skin not covered by cooling wax.
"Yes... I-I'm sorry Mistress." Hope bit out through grit teeth- nearly overwhelmed with pain.
The questioning went on and on with Lightning sadistically adding a new torture after each question even though the brilliant young man answered correctly.
She rubbed Gummy Oil from Frag leeches onto his chest (which raised his body temperature to near dizzying highs) she placed yet more pegs onto the captives body, biting and pulling mouthfuls of flesh away feeling to the victim like they'd tear, further amplifying the pain wreaked on his body, she put clamps onto his toes causing his feet to flail in agony as his lower digits felt like they were being crushed, she poked his ass repeatedly with the Stinger Spear which added to the at that point forgotten spanking to create a new hell for his ass.
Relentless in her brutality, Light unhooked the manacles binding Hope's arms to the ceiling and pushed the tortured young man onto his front, cruelly squashing his cock. She sat behind him on the bench, leather skirt riding up.
Lightning began using a riding crop to tap a song of some kind on his ass as her sadistic questioning continued; whipping the bent over, near babbling male, harder and faster, hard enough to bruise, fast enough that her wrist and tool were a blur. She cruelly taunted him whenever he didn't get a rule out clearly and made him repeat a couple of sentences. The agony reached a point where it looked like Hope was going to black out and Light was getting more than a little horny.
In fact Light was torn between wanting the rich, entitled brat away (which she'd easily do if she let loose) and her professionalism- not permanently damaging a client- which… limited her options. She did find him cute though…
Taking unnecessarily long to inspect his manhood- which was still hard and long, Light poured water into his panties, it dissolved the powder and Hope's reaction was such bliss that he nearly fainted.
Light looked from the bliss on the teens lovely face to his hard, pulsing dick.
'Still rock hard? A real masochist aren't you?' She mused as she slowly and carefully removed the clamps.
Both dominatrix and tortured sub were unaware that inside the rooms ventilation duct was a anti-grav spy drone created by Alyssa watching, recording and transmitting their session to a blonde voyeur.
Who lay on a nearby rooftop, pleasuring herself in the open night...
END CHAPTER 3