CHAPTER 0020

Underworld

The sound of her desperate cries echoes through the basement as I take her roughly from behind, her body pinned against the cold stone wall. 

Her nails dig into the rough surface, leaving marks that will soon be forgotten.

My grip on her hips tightens, pulling her back against me with each thrust. 

The chains rattle with our movements, a reminder of her captivity. 

She resists, but it only adds fuel to the fire, the chase making the conquest all the more satisfying.

"You're so... cold," she hisses between clenched teeth, her voice thick with unshed tears. 

"So heartless... Please... stop..." But her words lack conviction, her body betraying her with every jerk of her hips, every clench of her core around me.

Her words only spur me on, a twisted sense of pleasure deriving from her pain. "But you're so warm... So inviting," 

I taunt, leaning forward to bite down on her shoulder, a growl rumbling in my throat. "And I never stop until I'm satisfied."

Her body arches against mine as I hit that spot deep inside her, her breath hitching in her throat. 

"There... You like that, don't you?" I purr, my fingers trailing up her body to squeeze her breasts roughly. "You're made for this, for me..."

The chain clatters against the wall with each desperate thrust, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. "So... tight... So perfect," 

I pant, my fingers digging into her hips as I force her to take me deeper.

"You're mine," I growl, my lips brushing her ear as my hips snap faster against her ass, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. 

"Mine to use... Mine to fuck..."

Her body quakes as she comes, a shuddering moan tearing free from her chest as I pinch her nipples and grind against her hips. "Yes... Yes, just like that,"

I drag her back up onto her knees, slamming into her with forceful strokes that leave bruises on her thighs and ass. 

"Mine," I repeat, my voice guttural as my orgasm boils through me.

I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as I empty myself into her. "All mine,"

Panting, I pull out of her. Blood drips from small cuts on her thighs, slicing through the sheen of sweat. I smirk, satisfied, as I watch her crawl away. 

"where are you going? We are not done"

I grab her ankle, yanking her back toward me. "I'm not done with you yet," I say, my eyes hot with lust as I flip her onto her back and straddle her chest, shoving my cock into her mouth.

She pushes it out closing her mouth and getting up "kneel down and suck it" i mumbled

"No!" She whimpered

i grin whispering ""I said kneel and suck my cock." I grin "I'm going to fuck that sassy mouth now." I force myself inside her mouth

Her tongue is a slippery delight against my shaft, each swirl and flick sending electricity straight to my balls, making me ache with pleasure. 

I brace myself above her, watching her as she sucks, a beautiful, broken creature who serves my every desire. It's perfect…

I reach down and grip her hair, using it to control her movements as I fuck her mouth, my balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. 

"Good girl... Keep sucking... Don't stop..." I grunt, my orgasm building at the back of my throat. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

With a groan, I release a flood of cum into her mouth, thrusting until every last drop is milked from my twitching cock. 

Her mouth is hot and slick, pulling at me as I slowly come down from my high. "You did well...but not great" I wag my tail in excitement. 

I clap my hands as two bodyguards approach from the cell "bring me the tools" they nod and after few minutes come back with a table and put tools around it

some big, some small, sone massive, some little some thick some long but not thick like stick

"Now, let's really have some fun," I grin wickedly at her, motioning to the tools laid out on the table. "You're going to beg for me by the end of this. And if you don't.."

"well.."

"I'll just have to keep going until you do…"

I selected a thick, black leather strap, double-sided with metal studs. "Let's start with this, shall we?" 

I say, unbuckling it. "Spread your legs. Show me what's mine. I smirk at her, my eyes gleaming with sadistic intent."

The sound of the studded strap cracking against her skin echoes throughout the room. 

Her body jolts with each blow, but she remains silent, determined to take whatever i can throw at her.

I admired her for a moment, impressed by her strength, but then my expression turned dark again.

I throw the strap to the side, frustrated but only for a moment, then I pull out a set of black rope from the table. 

I approached her and tied her legs apart and binds her hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling. "You're mine! mine! mine mine mine mine!"

I grab a slim metal rod from the table, its tip red-hot from the flames. 

She cries out in pain as I pressed it against her inner thigh, the searing heat threatening to leave a scar.

I move the rod to her other thigh, leaving a matching scar before moving it upwards, applying the same burning pressure to her sensitive pussy lips. 

She screams in agony, her body shaking from the intense pain, but I continue, circling her clit with the scorching metal until she passes out from the pain.

I catch her as she falls, carefully laying her on the floor, making sure her bonds don't cause further injury. 

Once I am certain she's okay, I reach into a bucket of ice, taking out a larger rod already soaked in the icy water. 

I didn't wanted to do this but i had no choice, i had to teach her a lesson

I take the icy rod and start applying it to her body, starting with her face and slowly moving downwards. 

Her skin erupts in goosebumps as I continue covering her in the cold. I move the rod to her pussy, plunging it deep into her hot, wet core.

She gasps awake, her body convulsing with a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

Her eyes fly open, locking onto his as I continue to push the ice-cold rod in and out of her, slowly, torturously. "Please..." she begs, her voice barely a whisper, "Please...stop"

I ignore her pleas, instead increasing the speed and force of the rod, the ice causing her insides to clench and spasm. 

Tears stream down her face as she screams, her body shaking violently from the cold and the pain. She screams:

"I FUCKING HATE YOU LUCIFER!"

I continue until she passes out again, the rod still buried deep inside her.

I withdraw the rod from her still unconscious body, and put it back in the bucket of ice. 

I look at her for a moment, a mixture of regret and satisfaction in my eyes. "She can hate me all she wants. But next time"

"She'll listen to me."

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