Page 24 of Torment

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” I said smoothly. “I bet seeing it all again will make you regret which side you chose.”

She kept trying to resist, but she was no match for my strength. I picked her up and carried her into the room before dumping her in the corner and studying her reaction with a smirk.

The room was designed to look exactly like one of the Penance Rooms in New Eden’s underground shelter. Dark and dingy with slate-gray stone walls, a trestle table in the center, and iron manacles on the wall along with a rack of torture instruments. The only difference was that I’d also installed an enormous wooden cross on one side.

Jolie began to gasp, chest and shoulders shaking violently with an impending panic attack. It was the only time she didn’t fight me; in the midst of these episodes.

“Not so many happy memories in this place, are there?” I said with a broad grin.

“Don’t make me… please don’t…” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence anymore. She simply begged and pleaded for god knows what, her voice quaking and her body shaking.

I roughly yanked her back to her feet and pulled her toward the huge wooden cross. She didn’t try to fight me this time.

I pushed her onto the cross and made her spread her arms wide, strapping her wrists to either side of the top beam. Then I leaned down and cuffed her feet at the bottom.

I stood up again, averting my eyes from Jolie’s tearful, pleading gaze and focusing on her naked body instead. I realized now that it was a mistake to take away her clothes. Even when she was hanging like this, covered in bruises, her curves were nothing but temptation, and her moans and whimpers were nothing but siren calls, making my cock harden instantly. Everything about her struck deep in my bones, and I was beyond tempted to pull her down and bury myself in her soft folds.

I couldn’t touch her, though. Not like that. It wasn’t part of the plan.

She’d always responded to sensual touches with deep, shuddering pleasure, so if I gave in to my lust and fucked her, I’d probably convince her that she had a chance with me. Then she would double down on her deceit, hoping to seduce me into letting her go, and I’d never tease out the truth from those lying pink lips.

But Christ, her lips were hard to resist…

I suppose there were other ways I could fuck her without bringing her any pleasure.

“It’s Friday today,” I remarked as I stared at her mouth. “Do you remember what used to happen on Fridays?”

“The Joining ritual,” she whispered in a flat voice.

“That’s right. And do you remember what they used to make you do during those rituals, before I showed up?”

She nodded tearfully. I pulled a lever on the stone wall to the right of the cross, and Jolie screamed as it lurched and tipped upside down with a heavy grating sound.

“Get me down!” she screamed. “Please!”

“Why? Do upside down crosses offend you?” I asked, tipping my head to the side. “Is it because it goes against your creepy fucking cult’s so-called religion?”

“No. I’m not religious. Not anymore!” she cried. “And I don’t believe in the Path of the Covenant!”

I knelt on the cold floor so that my nose was in line with hers while she hung upside down. Her face was already turning red from all the blood rushing to her head.

Somehow, despite all the years that had passed and all the damage I’d done to her over the last two weeks, her hair still smelled the same as it did all those years ago. Sweet and fresh. Like a meadow on a spring morning.

I exhaled deeply, brushing my nose against hers. “You might not believe it all, but you believed enough to help the men escape.”

“Please… I didn’t.” She shook her head.

I ignored her and stood up, freeing my erection from my pants. Jolie’s eyes widened even further, and she let out a choked moan. “What are you doing?”

“The Joining ritual, of course. Isn’t this what you wanted? To be treated like a little cult toy?”

The look of stark fear on her face made me even harder. I’d waited so long to see her like this, and all that time spent waiting and fantasizing made it that much sweeter when I finally had her in my grasp, crying and begging.

I reached for the back of her head and wrapped her hair in my fingers, pulling her forward slightly. “Good girl. You remember how to suck my cock, don’t you?” I muttered, guiding her mouth over my length again and again, venturing slightly deeper each time. “Bite me and I’ll rip every fucking tooth out of your mouth. Got it?”

She moaned her understanding as I plunged deeper and faster, forcing her to suck me. She began spluttering and coughing, tears filling her eyes as she choked on my thickness, but to her credit she didn’t stop. She hollowed her cheeks to create a tight vacuum sensation in her mouth, and her tongue traveled in fast, frenetic movements over my sensitive tip every time I withdrew and slid back in.

She was still a fucking pro at sucking cock, just like she was all those years ago. A goddamned natural at pleasuring men.

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