I am a specimen.
Theirs to study.
Theirs to play with.
White Mask is the first to approach, a wicked-looking black vibrator in his hand. It’s long, thick, and curves slightly at the tip. He flicks it on, and a low, intense buzz fills the small room. He holds it just above my stomach, and I can feel the vibrations humming through the air.
“This is a wicked wand, Lila,” he says, his voice a husky whisper. “It doesn’t fuck around. It’s going to make you scream in a whole new way.”
He trails it down my body, the vibrations a teasing preview. Over my hip bones, down the inside of my thigh, making my muscles jump. He avoids my core, circling my slick, sensitive folds without touching them.
The anticipation is a physical ache.
Please. Just fucking touch me.
“Look at her,” Burlap Sack chuckles from the foot of the table. “Her hips are trying to chase it. Her little cunt is fucking pulsing. She’s begging for it without saying a word.”
“Patience,” Black Mask chides softly, standing by my head, watching everything with his dark, calculated gaze. “The best pleasures are earned.”
White Mask finally brings the head of the vibrator to my clit.
The effect is instantaneous, electric.
A sharp, shocking jolt of sensation that arches my back off the table, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. He holds it there, the relentless buzzing drilling into my most sensitive nerve.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I writhe against my restraints, the leather cuffs cutting into my skin as I try to buck away from the intensity, but my body is also desperately trying to press closer.
My orgasm builds at a terrifying speed, a supernova gathering in my core.
Just as I’m about to break, he pulls it away.
The sudden absence is a different kind of torture. I whimper, my body trembling with unsatisfied need, my clit throbbing angrily.
“Not yet,” White Mask murmurs, a cruel smile in his voice. He drags the vibrator down, through my soaking wetness, and without any preamble, he pushes the thick head inside my cunt.
I gasp. The vibration is deeper here, a thick, internal hum that vibrates my entire core. He fucks me with it, a slow, steady pace that has the device buzzing against my inner walls, lighting up every single nerve ending. It’s a full, stretching, electric fuck that has me moaning nonsensically.
“Yes… right there… oh god, don’t stop…”
“I’ll stop whenever the fuck I want to,” he corrects me, twisting the toy inside me, angling it so it grinds against that perfect spot.
My vision blurs.
He’s playing my body like an instrument, and he knows exactly which strings to pluck.
Burlap Sack moves in then, a small, cruel-looking flogger in his hand. The falls are thin strips of black leather. He runs themover my breasts, my stomach, a soft, teasing caress that makes my skin prickle.
Then he brings his arm back and delivers a sharp snap across my thighs.
I jump, a sharp sting blooming on my skin. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to light up my nerves, to mix pain with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me from the vibrator.
“She likes that,” he rasps, doing it again, this time on the other thigh. “See how her pussy just clenched around that toy? She’s a pain slut, deep down. She wants to feel everything we can give her.”
He flicks the flogger against my nipples, and I cry out, the sensation a bolt that goes straight to my clit. White Mask sees it, feels it, and increases the speed of the vibrator, fucking me harder with the buzzing toy.
The two sensations merge, the sharp bites of the flogger and the deep, vibrating fuck, until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
Black Mask leans over me, his masked face hovering inches from mine. “You’re ours, Lila. This is your purpose now. To feel. To take. To come for us, over and over, until you forget your own name.”
