sallythescorpian
a bad, bad girl
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The pain was exquisite, agonising, and fulfilling, blending with a dark pleasure as her erogenous zones throbbed and thrummed with sensation. Charlie could not draw her gaze away from the horrifying and titillating sight of her breasts, her nipples the hard centre point with the needles radiating out from them, like rays of the sun.
Candi was stretched similarly on an adjacent rank, her own nipples threaded with long thin needles, but she was in a place of dark pleasure, and her senses were dulled to the pain, her body interpreting all sensation as pleasure.
Charlie gasped, as she watched Morpheus approach with the glowing hot brand, and she shrank back from it, in so far as she could, recoiling. His leering face, his repulsive visage, and the searing hot brand made her want to run as fast and as far as she could, but she could do little more than beg.
She watched, her eyes wide as the brand came closer and closer, until the tiny hairs on her flesh singed, and her skin, she was sure would blister. Then it touched her, sending pain, unlike anything she could have even imaged, as the acrid smell of her own burning flesh filled her senses.
It was small, for that she was thankful, but it burned the flesh just about her denuded pussy, marking her forever as the property of the repulsive and powerful Lord Morpheus.
She slumped, shaken, terrified, wishing that she would slip into unconsciousness, but unable to do so. She watched, mesmerised as Candi was treated to the very same brand, however, perhaps she had been sedated, or anesthetized, for she neither recoiled nor shrieked in agony. Rather, she moaned and whimpered, crying out more in climax, than in pain.
Feeling she had been cheated, or shortchanged, Charlie vowed to herself that she would wreak revenge on the little brunette slut who had been her slave.
Candi was stretched similarly on an adjacent rank, her own nipples threaded with long thin needles, but she was in a place of dark pleasure, and her senses were dulled to the pain, her body interpreting all sensation as pleasure.
Charlie gasped, as she watched Morpheus approach with the glowing hot brand, and she shrank back from it, in so far as she could, recoiling. His leering face, his repulsive visage, and the searing hot brand made her want to run as fast and as far as she could, but she could do little more than beg.
She watched, her eyes wide as the brand came closer and closer, until the tiny hairs on her flesh singed, and her skin, she was sure would blister. Then it touched her, sending pain, unlike anything she could have even imaged, as the acrid smell of her own burning flesh filled her senses.
It was small, for that she was thankful, but it burned the flesh just about her denuded pussy, marking her forever as the property of the repulsive and powerful Lord Morpheus.
She slumped, shaken, terrified, wishing that she would slip into unconsciousness, but unable to do so. She watched, mesmerised as Candi was treated to the very same brand, however, perhaps she had been sedated, or anesthetized, for she neither recoiled nor shrieked in agony. Rather, she moaned and whimpered, crying out more in climax, than in pain.
Feeling she had been cheated, or shortchanged, Charlie vowed to herself that she would wreak revenge on the little brunette slut who had been her slave.