The Prey

Mara closed her eyes, her stomach lurching with horror. “No,” she moaned before she could bite back the word. “Please, no.”

“What did I tell you?” Alex shouted. He blew out a breath and spoke in a soft, dangerous voice. “How many times do I have to remind you? Property does not say no. Do you understand?”

Mara didn’t answer.

“Answer me.” Alex’s voice had hardened to steel. “Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Mara managed, barely able to get the words past the lump of fear that had risen in her throat. Her mouth was dry, her heart racing.

Alex disappeared again behind her. After a moment she felt the swab of a cotton ball cool with alcohol. Then Alex gripped her right outer labia between his fingers, pulling it taut. “Stay very still, zero. You’ll feel a little prick.”

Mara began to tremble in spite of his admonition, unable to harness or control her fear. She yelped as the sharp tip of the needle pushed into her flesh. She felt a poke on the left side and realized what he must be doing as the labia were pulled together with the needle.

No, no, no, no.

Mara moaned, the sound ending in a sob.

“Excellent,” Alex pronounced crisply, indifferent to her terror. “Just a little blood that time. Let’s do another.” He gripped her again and pulled the skin taut. Once more she felt the sharp prick of the needle and then a second prick on the opposite side.

Unable to hold back any longer, Mara cried, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” Terrified at her outburst, she bit her lip in an effort to silence herself, but it was too late.

Alex grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed hard. “You can and you will. You have no say. You are nothing, nothing but my cunt, my property, my piece of ass. I will do what I want. You will take it. You will suffer, you will submit.” Alex’s words sprayed like bullets into Mara’s psyche, puncturing the last of her will.

She tasted something hot and metallic in her mouth and realized she’d bitten her lip so hard she’d drawn blood. Another needle pierced her flesh. “Oh god,” she moaned. “Help me.”

Alex’s mouth was suddenly near her ear, his breath hot on her neck. “I am your god now,” he murmured, his voice soft, even tender. “Your lord and master. Surrender to me and it will go so much easier for you. So much easier.”

Mara whimpered. Alex moved away. Another needle slid like a hot poker through her delicate labia. The pain and the terror mounted as needle after needle pierced her flesh until she was sewn together from clit to vagina.

Flashes of light danced on the lids of Mara’s closed eyes, her head swimming. Please, please, let me faint, she begged silently, but she was jerked back to full consciousness by the sound of Alex’s voice behind her.

“Jesus,” he said, awe in his voice. “The needles, the blood, it’s perfect. I have to have you now.”

Mara heard the sound of his fly being unzipped and then lubricant, cold and wet, was smeared along the crack of her ass. She tensed as Alex climbed onto the table behind her. Strong fingers gripped her hips.

The unwelcome, terrifying image of her tortured labia ripping, blood gushing from the piercings as Alex forced his way inside her, loomed large in Mara’s mind. “Please, sir,” she cried, terror making her bold. “This isn’t safe. You’ll tear my labia. Please take them out, please, sir!”

She gasped with pain as he gripped a handful of her hair in his fist and yanked her head up. “Stop whining,” he warned, “or I’ll gag you. I’m going to fuck my property in the ass, and you have nothing to say about it. I’ll take the needles out when I’m good and ready.”

He nudged the head of his cock against her asshole. Mara shuddered and hiccupped a sob. Her labia pulsed with pain. Her heart smashed against her chest like a crazed bird dashing itself against a window.

She tried to stop trembling as Alex pushed the head of his hard, fat cock past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. “Ah,” he breathed, drawing out the word as he eased the length of his shaft into her ass. All at once, Alex thrust hard, filling her to the hilt, the sudden action wrenching a cry from Mara’s lips as the needles tugged against her labia. In and out he moved, steadily increasing the intensity of his thrust until he was panting and grunting behind her.

Mara heard a high-pitched keening sound reverberating in the air around her. It took her several seconds to understand she was the one making the sound. Her head began to swim again, and this time black spots moved across her vision like thunderclouds. Oblivion opened its dark, heavy arms and Mara tumbled headlong into its embrace.