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Zoe walked to the other side of the room, picked up a small black box, then returned. “Shall we?” she asked Tabitha.

“Please don’t...” Surely the clips directly on her skin would be a hundred times worse.

They laughed, and Zoe pushed a button on the remote.

Anna leaned her head back and screamed as her body convulsed. White-hot heat erupted in her pussy. It felt like someone had thrown molten lava directly onto her most sensitive area. There were no breaks, no moment of release. The pain went on and on and on... until blackness overcame her and she felt nothing.

Chapter 98

Devin returned to the dungeon a while later. He’d heard Anna screaming earlier, but she was silent now. Whatever they had done to Anna had elicited screams even he hadn’t heard from her before.

When he opened the door, the girls were lounging in his chair, talking and giggling. Anna’s face was ashen and her body dangled lifelessly from her wrists. For a moment, he thought they’d killed her, but her chest moved and he sighed in relief. Bringing her back from the dead wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. At least not yet.

Her body was striped with marks from the whip, and her pussy was bright red and had multiple wires attached. He walked over to look closer. Intriguing. Right on the skin. Ooh! And one on the clit. He imagined that would hurt a lot. “You girls may go.”

He hadn’t figured they would be so cruel, but then again, they were some of the meanest girls he had. Most of the time it wasn’t a problem. And soon it wouldn’t be a problem at all. They were twenty-four and very near the end of their useful lives. Very near. Their attitudes would not make them useful for anything else. He would keep a few of his girls around if they showed promise for other duties around the Manor. These two, while very, very good sex slaves in the Red Room, had little inclination for anything except having sex. A useful trait when they were young. But they were getting old. Men were losing interest. In fact...

“Ian,” he said quietly as the girls left. “Prepare them for Elimination. They’re too old to be of any further use to me.”

Ian nodded and followed the girls out of the room. He would take them to a holding cell and notify the men of the Manor that they were available for anything they wanted to do. Anything. After the men were done with them—if they were still alive—Ian would give them a lethal injection and dispose of their bodies.

Devin turned his attention back to Anna. There was more punishment to be meted out. He was determined to ensure she thought twice before disobeying him ever again. Luckily, the Immortals were willing to heal her before they left in the morning. Otherwise, he would have to stop now.

He unchained her, letting her fall hard to the floor, then moved her bindings behind her back. When Ian returned, he would chain her up so she stood bent over enough to expose her pussy between her legs. Then the punishment would continue, focusing on that lovely lower part of her body. Devin’s cock twitched in anticipation.

A sharp scent made Anna jerk and wake. She ached all over. Her arms were tied behind her back, but raised up so she leaned forward. Her ankles were cuffed several feet apart and she wore a collar that was attached to something above her, holding her head level with her back. She coughed and shook her head as best she could in her position.

“Did you have a nice nap?” Devin asked from beside her.

She could see his leather shoes feet beside her, but she couldn’t look up at him; the collar was also attached to the floor. Her head could move side to side a tiny bit, but not up and down.

Devin slapped her face. “I asked you a question.”

“I... I don’t know, Master.” Her throat was raw from screaming and she shuddered, remembering the last moments of pain before she passed out. God, everything hurt!

Devin walked away, calling for Ian. A large shadow appeared behind her. No! Please, not him! Something hot and hard and big pressed against her asshole. Ian. His fingers dug into her hips as he demanded entry into her body. Anna closed her eyes, desperately trying to relax the tight muscles, but there was little she could do. She grunted, then cried out as his cock gained entry into her body.

“Ian.” Devin’s voice had a ring of warning to it.

Ian took a deep breath, then thrust forward hard and ripped into her tight hole. She screamed as the muscles tore. Her back and leg muscles clenched painfully as she tried to brace herself against his powerful thrusts. Every time he pushed forward, her neck pressed against the collar, choking her.

Ian fucked her hard, as he had been ordered to do, jerking her body back and forth. Knowing he didn’t want to do it was no consolation and Anna couldn’t do anything but take the enormous cock into her. She couldn’t even tighten the surrounding muscles to help him come faster. Her stomach cramped as he pounded into her body over and over again. She sobbed at the unbearable pain. Ian continued his pounding until she heard him grunt as he came, shooting his cum deep inside her ravaged hole. He pulled out hard, then smacked her ass before walking away.

The floor under Anna’s head glistened with her tears.

She heard a whistle and a crack before her body registered the pain of being struck by a riding crop right on her sore asshole. She screamed a gurgling, hoarse cry. Over and over, her poor hole was hit. Soon the sound changed, as if Devin was hitting a wet noodle. A dark liquid dripped from between her legs. Blood. She’d seen plenty of her own on the floor at Jack’s house, and it looked the same on Devin’s stone dungeon floor. Her body jerked and she cried out at every lash.

Suddenly, the room was silent, and Anna held her breath. Was he done at last?

“Your ass is a mess, Anna,” Devin said from behind. “A beautiful, fucked up, bloody mess.”

Something pressed against her pussy and moved inside. Devin. He fucked her hard for a moment, hitting her sore ass with every thrust, then paused. Anna whimpered as she felt the pinch deep inside her. He’d released his spikes. He moved again, and the spikes scraped at her channel as he pounded into her mercilessly. Her cries grew quieter and quieter as her throat gave out. More blood dripped onto the floor between her feet, a steady stream this time.

He hit her ass cheeks as he fucked her and leaned down to pinch her nipples. When he finally came, he shouted out and pressed hard inside, then pulled out and smacked her pussy hard several times with his hand. But he still wasn’t done with her.

A few moments later, she felt the sting of many tiny whips against her pussy. She knew the sensation well: the cat-o’-nine-tails. It had sharp things at the end and Devin used it brutally on her lower body. She couldn’t even scream anymore. Only hoarse grunts escaped her lips. The blood continued to pool between her feet. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn’t scream anymore. She couldn’t move. She could only cry silently and pray for death.

As darkness began to consume her mind, she embraced it wholeheartedly, longing for its relentless grip to never release her again.

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