Page 66 of Every Shade of Shadow

He turns another lever and my legs spread further apart. Pain flares in my joints, already stretched far past any natural angle. It feels like my limbs are on the verge of being ripped right off of my body.

I scream aloud.

“Yes,” he laughs, “louder. No one can hear you down here, my pet. Let it out.”

I can’t take it. The pain is becoming too great, this submission…

Spread like this, my ass is exposed to him, I burn with embarrassment, tears of shame staining the wood below a dark umber as I sob quietly.

A coarse hand falls on my left buttock, pushing the fleshy mass to the side to reveal the tight pucker of my anus. I cry harder, the shame all-encompassing.

Darkwood spits against it, using his thumb to massage the spittle into my hole. He rubs the tip of his finger around the tight ring of it, murmuring with delight. “You have a beautiful asshole, my pet. I’ll be most pleased to defile it, but not tonight.”

His thumb leaves and I sigh in relief, but again, it’s short-lived.

Darkwood slides a finger into my pussy and eases it out, a light burn remaining from where he took me.

He pulls it free, a grotesque sucking sound following as he cleans it in his mouth, savoring once more the taste of my demise and debasement.

“I can taste your fear—your lost innocence,” he whispers in my ear, his cock trapped in the crack of my ass, his balls resting on my slit. “But I can also taste your willingness, your need, the very sin that so infests your mind and will inform the power to come, and it is coming, isn’t it, little lamb?”

It is with shock I realize my pelvis is rocking forward against the rack, the first tendrils of pleasure already snaking their way between my legs, flashing out through my core and fixing me with a mix of morbid fascination.

My body has betrayed me, and I know all I can do is submit to it fully, damn myself to the eternal flames that no doubt burn beneath us.

My hair is caught in my mouth. I breathe through it in a steady huff.

The Professor lifts away from my ear.

The telltale catch of the lever comes again, my limbs pulled apart. Another shift, another ratchet, and surely, I am going to be torn apart.

“One more, I think,” he says.

No.

I can’t…the pain is excruciating.

Another turn and I cannot speak. Instead, my mouth rounds out into an oval, my lips stretched wide, and my eyes closed as I begin to slip from consciousness. With the next turn I will break. My young body cannot take this kind of abuse, the pressure against my sex alone threatens to carry me to some unnatural plain. I fear it will kill me, a last glimpse of life before I pass into the next world.

Perhaps that would be a mercy.

Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted? I ask myself. An exit?

The lever cranks again and I scream aloud, my lungs burning with the effort.

No more.

A cold sweat breaks out over my skin as I slip from consciousness.

*

I awaken struggling to breathe, cold water in my mouth and nostrils shocking me back to life. I gasp as another bucket of water is thrown over me, shaking involuntarily as it runs over my back. My hair sticks to my face, tendrils of it stuck fast to the body of the rack.

How long was I out?

There’s no way to know.

The Professor places the bucket down. “Welcome back, my pet.”

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