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Chapter Six - Pain

Haruhi looked about as vulnerable as an Amazon warrior princess could look. Thick solid chains tethered her wrist and ankle shackles to the ceiling and floor. Her outstretched arms and spread legs left every square inch of her magnificent body accessible.

I shook the cell door. For some reason, it was locked. Considering Haruhi's current state of helplessness, this seemed like overkill. Then again, nothing beats caution, especially when you're adapting to unfamiliar surroundings.

"The door's locked, bonehead." Haruhi motioned her head toward the wall where the key ring hung. "Did you forget where you put your keys?"

This girl was really asking for it, wasn't she?

I retrieved the key ring and was pleased when the first key I chose opened Haruhi's cell. With the dead bolt retracted, the door swung open easily. It was time for me to get a closer look at my prisoner. I stepped behind the princess and checked out her glorious backside. In contrast to her real life bum, this one looked pristine, not a mark on it.

Haruhi glanced over her shoulder. "Do you like the view?" she quipped, reading my mind.

I was tempted to nod my agreement. Hell, I was tempted to fuck this wench. But I knew that wasn't in the script. Haruhi didn't create this space so I could play with her body.

Correction. She didn't create this space so I could play with her body in that particular way.

Nope, despite the stirrings in my loins, there would be no sex. My duty as a proper dungeon master was to break this girl—to inflict pain until she capitulated to my wishes. Whatever those wishes were supposed to be.

This was a test of wills.

Still, I couldn't help but admire the curve of her hips, the arch of her back, the firmness of her thighs, the fullness of her breasts, those toned solid abs. Haruhi remained silent as I took it all in. She grumbled when her nipples hardened in response to my thorough inspection of her breasts. I gently pinched her nipples, then slowly ran my hands along her sides to let her know who was in charge.

Enough foreplay. It was time to boogie. Since I ruled this domain, which torture device would my prisoner experience first?

Our first stop, I decided, was going to be the rack. I analyzed the shackles holding Haruhi fast and fished out the proper key to remove them. Kneeling behind her, I unlocked the metal bracelets about her ankles first. Doing this from behind seemed wise because Haruhi couldn't easily kick what she couldn't see. Plus, it's not wise to piss off the dungeon master when your arms are shackled.

Haruhi didn't resist. After I released her feet, she set them together and let out a breath of relief as the tension in her arms lessened. Knowing Haruhi was right-handed, I released her left arm next. She waited patiently as I removed the last shackle from her right wrist.

It didn't surprise me when she turned and sent a fist flying in my direction. "Let me go, you creepy asshole." Although Haruhi's fist struck me squarely in the gut, she would have had more success punching the wall. I barely felt the blow.

I grabbed her wrist before she could pull it back from my body. With one fluid motion, I lifted her arm and twisted it till her back turned toward me. A millisecond later, my free hand delivered a powerful swat to her bare bottom with more force than I could have imagined. The deafening sound of the "Crack" echoed off the dungeon walls.

"Owwwwwwww," Haruhi screamed as a red hand print formed on her bum. When I dropped her, she fell to her knees.

Damn. My strength in this world surprised the hell out of me. When I lifted Haruhi, she felt light as a pillow. The force with which I smacked her butt easily equaled the sum of all the swats I'd given her in real life. I had to watch myself. I was not the old Kyon.

"Jerk," the chastened nude princess blurted, rubbing her bottom.

I quickly learned Haruhi wasn't her usual self either. Though it took a couple seconds, the handprint on her bum faded. Her cheek soon looked as perfect as it had before I'd struck it.

I reached down and offered the wench my hand. She took it. After shooting me a defiant glare, she lowered her eyes. I knew I wouldn't be getting any more shit from Haruhi.

I took the girl's arm and led her to the middle of the dungeon chamber. "What are you going to do to me, you sick bastard?"

When I pointed to the rack, I imagined my prisoner's face forming a pleased expression for an instant. Haruhi offered no resistance as I walked her toward the torture device and helped her get on board.

When I see pictures of dungeons and torture chambers, I usually get this image of a drab dirty place with nasty, blood-stained equipment. Although the mossy walls gave this place that well-worn cave-like ambiance and odor, all these devices were brand spanking new, as if someone had gone to Ikea's torture device section earlier that day to outfit a new dungeon.

The rack table's surface had a charming redwood finish. Its chains and shackles shined. A shelf beneath the top table held some odd items, a pack of plastic clothespins and a long wooden stick.

I guided Haruhi to lie face down on the rack's polished surface. She extended her hands forward and legs back, looking much like a flying Supergirl, and remained silent as I placed the shiny new cuffs around her ankles and wrists.

"You're wasting your time, you know." Haruhi looked over her shoulder. "I'll never give in to you. I don't care what you do to me."

"We'll see about that," I replied silently while patting Haruhi's excellent derriere. I walked over to the wheel at the end of the table and cranked it, elongating her body by pulling her wrists forward. Two feet of chain now separated Haruhi's hands from the center of the wheel and that distance slowly decreased with each crank.

Haruhi gritted her teeth and groaned as her bones and muscles got stretched beyond their limits. Though it looked benign from a distance, this device meted out heaps of pain. Used as directed, the machine would stretch Haruhi's muscles till they popped off her joints. After that, it would pull her bones out of their sockets.

"Oh shit, that hurst," Haruhi bellowed as I cranked the wheel another notch. "Aaaeeeeeeeee." Her breathing rate spiked.

I stepped away from the wheel and kneeled next to her, my eyes asking, "Ready to give up?"

Haruhi raised her head and looked my way. "Not a chance," she said through gritted teeth.

So I cranked the wheel another notch, then another. "Aaaaaaeeeeee," Haruhi screamed. Then she settled. I scanned her elongated body from her fingers to her toes.

It was at this point in the process that I fully realized what Haruhi had brought to this dungeon game. In the same manner she'd projected me as an indefatigable torture dispenser, Haruhi's imagination manifested her as an equally indefatigable torture sponge.

Sure, she'd feel the pain, as she felt it now. But her body recovered instantly. I could pull her arms forward till they popped out of joint, but when I removed the pressure, her body would restore itself. The same way her bum healed moments after I'd swatted it, her elongated body would return to its normal length once I released the tension.

Pretty damn amazing.

This left me in a quandary. I now realized that I could hurt this girl all I wanted, and she'd certainly feel the pain, but I could never inflict any long-term damage. Except maybe psychologically. But that was a joke. Haruhi was totally getting off on this.

Fucking psycho masochist.

Then it hit me. I was really getting into meting out the pain. Watching this helpless, gorgeous princess struggle and scream in response to my punishment turn me on in a major way. The pleasure I experienced wasn't overtly sexual. Yet. True to my design as a torture dispensing machine, I took my duty seriously and kept my hands to myself, though I could definitely feel my loins stirring under this kilt.

Fucking psycho sadist.

Weren't we a match made in heaven?