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Act IV
The Lady stepped back away from the boy, admiring her handiwork. He looked so helpless there, securely bound to the chair, the hood drawn tight at his throat. "It must be getting unbearably hot in there..." she said as she began to circle her pet again, inspecting his body. "And hard to breathe too. I bet you'd give me just about anything for me to take it off..." The boy whimpers from behind the gag, his head lowering for a moment in defeat, and her lips are slowly curling upwards into another smile at this small sign of submission.
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Sweat is beading on Steven's brow and slowly trickling down his face under the dark hood. His heart is pounding, his blood rushing through his ears, and he can feel his pulse pushing against the tight cord at his throat. He can hear the Lady, his tormentor, circling him, appraising him with her eyes and taunting him with her words. She is telling him how she will break him with pain, hang him and whip his flesh until he is screaming, bend him over and rape him with her fingers ... a strap-on ... whatever she has close by, how she will use him for her own pleasure, how she will give him pleasure but deny him release, how he will cum when she wants and be denied when it amuses her. And then she's there again, her warm breath on his shoulder as she whispers in his ear, "Are you afraid yet, boy?"
Then she is gone again and there is the rattling of metal as if from across the room. There is no way to be sure, though, under the hood.
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She returns to the side of the room, carefully selecting a tray of toys to use on the boy's virgin flesh. The Lady smiles, taking her time, imagining all of the fiendish tortures she could inflict on her new play-toy.
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Steven hears the soft clinking of metal on metal as his tormentor returns. He tenses, afraid of what she might do to him next. There is a long moment as he waits, imagining the worst, praying that she'll change her mind and set him free.
And then there are the hands caressing his skin again, almost lovingly, teasing his nipples to hardness. He feels his cock responding to her, growing hard between his legs as the hands are followed by her soft, wet mouth on his flesh. He moans into the gag as her tongue slowly moves over first one nipple, then the other. His head falls back, tightening the cord about his throat, but he doesn't care anymore. He knows this must be some trick, that he should be afraid of her, but gods he doesn't care anymore. It feels sooo good.... Her mouth is moving downward over his chest ... his belly ... her face nuzzling between his thighs.
But a moment later Steven is screaming into the gag, his right nipple an explosion of pain. He tries to lean forward, to curl in on himself once more, but is held fast by his bonds. Tears fill his eyes and seep into the blindfold beneath the hood. He is gasping for air; the hood and gag making him feel as though he is being suffocated. And then, just as his breathing begins to return to normal, he is screaming in agony again as a second clamp is added. Steven's head falls forward now and he is sobbing beneath the hood. Were it not for the gag, he would be begging this demon to release him, he would promise her anything if only the pain would stop.
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She pauses a moment, watching the boy's body shudder and convulse against his bonds as he tries to escape, tries to lean forward and protect his tortured chest. She knows he's begging her to remove those clamps. He's screaming into that gag and promising anything if she would just stop. But she knows that the pain of removing the clamps will be just as great. Slowly, she reaches out to touch him, tracing her fingers over his chest, around his tortured nipples, her painted nails brushing over the clamps to send yet another wave of pain through his body. He shivered so beautifully from the pain.
The Lady's smiling to herself again as she returns to her tray of torture toys, lifting a cool silver chain from it's surface. Looping it loosely in her hand she reaches out, letting the cold metal brush against the insides of his spread thighs and slowly drags it upwards over his belly. She pauses a moment, moving the cold chain over his nipples. "What do you suppose I'm going to do with this, boy?" she asks, watching as he shudders in anticipation and fear.
Another long moment passes as she continues to brush his skin with the loose chain, pausing to loop it around his throat, pulling it tight and then slowly pulling it off again like a snake slithering over his flesh. Then, she grasps hold of first one clamp and then the other, attaching the chain, holding it her my hands for a moment before letting it fall to his chest.
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Steven's back arches and he desperately sucks air through his nose at the tug of the chain being dropped from the Lady's hand. Then he feels her finger tracing down the center of his chest, snaking under the chain, slowly pulling at the clamps. He whimpers softly as he feels her tug at first at one nipple and then the other, lightly at first and then with increasing force until he is bucking in the chair, begging her to stop from the other side of his gag. When she finally paused, letting the chain fall from her hand again, Steven felt himself almost sobbing in relief.
"Don't get comfortable yet, boy," he heard her whispering into his ear. "I'm not done with you yet."
He heard another soft rattle and then felt her taking hold of the chain again, pulling on it slightly for a moment and then letting it fall back to his chest, but this time it was much heavier. He groaned, feeling the clamps tighten and bite into his tender flesh.
"Trying to be tough now, are we?" she teased. "We'll se about that." And the chain was lifted again, and dropped, only much, much heavier. And Steven found himself gasping for air again.
"You want more, boy?" She asked, taking hold of the chain again, pulling back on it until Steven was sure she was going to tear it from his chest. And he was sobbing into the gag again, tears seeping under the blindfold and sliding down his cheeks. He shook his head no, hoping and praying that she would stop.
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