Chapter 40 PLEASURE
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND TORTURE!
Three ladies walked in, dressed in mini-skirts and bra-like tops. Their hair was tied into high ponytails, their faces glossy with makeup and heavy eyeshadow. Their bodies were curvy...big chests, sharp waistlines and their lashes were obviously fake. All of them stood between 5’9” and 6’5”.
“Nice seeing you ladies!” Erica announced, then turned toward Max, who lay on the bed she’d brought into the arena earlier.
“Please introduce yourselves,” she added.
The ladies smiled. The tallest stepped forward. “I’m Yuki.”
“I’m Serene.”
“And I’m Ann,” the last one said.
Erica pointed at the boy. “The toy you asked for is here. Bend him however you want. And make him suffer.” She grinned ear to ear, her big doe-eyes glittering before she walked off.
Yuki approached Max, studying his face closely. Such a handsome monster… such an innocent face that would pull naïve girls in.
“Ladies, bring the straps,” she said softly. Her eyes shone, but cruelty hid beneath the gleam.
The others brought the straps and tied down his arms and legs.
Yuki smiled. When they finished, all three women picked up their personal whips.
“Girls,” they called in unison, raising their arms high, gripping the whips tightly.
“W-wait…” Max managed. Maybe he could reason with them, but they only chuckled and....
SWOOCH!
The first barrage landed across his naked skin.
“Ahhh!” Max screamed. He felt every bit of force behind it, the thickness of the whip. His body shook; the sack over his head kept him blind.
He would find the woman who planned this. He’d tear her apart, he swore silently.
The second barrage struck even harder. His fair skin reddened instantly. His legs trembled, hands clutching the bedsheets his knuckles turning white. Tears threatened, but he refused to be seen as weak.
Finally, when the women decided it was enough, that facade had fallen, Yuki leaned close to him.
“Did you enjoy that? There’s more to come,” she whispered. Her warm breath made his ears tingle in fear. He didn't want more.
If they wanted him to beg, he would. But his lips only trembled when he tried to speak.
They began untying him. Max tensed, he could use this moment, shove them aside, run. He prepared to strike....but two hands grabbed his arms from behind.
“Relax,” Yuki murmured, her fingers trailing along his thighs. Max twisted his head inside the sandbag, terrified of her next move.
She tapped his lower abdomen—teasing, threatening and he flinched.
“Don't…” he begged, breath shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Wow, brave words from someone shaking like this,” Yuki mocked.
She leaned in. “How can I get a reaction out of you…?” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
Then she stepped back and shouted, “The dish!”
Erica’s guards approached with a tray of steaming, spicy noodles. Yuki chuckled, taking several bites before adding more hot chili to her mouth.
“Ahh… hot,” she hissed, eyes locked on Max. “You’re never going to forget this day.”
“The girls you raped also cried in panic,” she continued coldly. “Their insides felt like they were being torn apart… yet you never stopped. So you can feel a little of that too.”
Her sisters smiled wickedly and held him down.
Yuki bent toward him. “Wait… I really was stupid back then. I understand now. Plea—”
Max’s scream tore through the room the instant the chili sauce hit his dk “Aaahhhhhhhhhh!”
He convulsed violently, his body arching off the bed as the burn spread like wildfire. It wasn’t pain: it was an eruption.
“Get it off! Get it off!” he choked, voice cracking into panic. “You... you bitch. I’ll kill you! I’ll. AHHHHH!”
But Yuki only gave a soft, delighted chuckle.
She tilted the bowl, letting another slow ribbon of burning red liquid drip onto his wounded dk. Her smile twisted, sharpened into something feral as she watched him writhe.
“That’s it,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry satisfaction. “Burn. Feel something you can’t bluff your way out of.”
Max’s screams rose again. He was ragged, furious, but helpless. The burning sensation ate into his dk, and Yuki only leaned closer, her shadow dark and frightening.
“Miss, isn’t that too much?” Nine asked, covering her eyes. Erica sighed.
“Don’t worry. It’s just enough to make sure he won’t forget.” Erica replied.
“You’re good,” Aaron said, leaning against the door. “Where did you even get these ladies?”
“Well, Yuki is the older sister of one of the girls Max raped. She’s here for revenge. The other two are her friends,” Erica explained.
“Aren’t they here to rape him?” Aaron asked, brow raised.
“Of course they are… in their own style.” Her gaze slid back to the mirror, cold. He did that to so many girls. He should feel the pain of doing the same.
Yuki tossed aside what she’d been using and exhaled, her expression shadowed. Max lay frozen on the bed, unable to speak.
“The baton, please,” she said. It was placed in her hand.
She struck......
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
His scream echoed around the room. The ladies released his arm and the tears finally fell. Yuki laughed at the sight.
“That was fun,” she said lightly, tossing the baton aside.
“Bastards who can’t keep themselves under control deserve this!” she snapped, veins standing out along her temples. Her sister was still in a psychiatric ward because of what Max did. Seeing her like that every day only fed Yuki’s rage.
Then Erica had shown up at her doorstep. And the opportunity had finally come.
She looked down at Max, who still writhed in pain. The slaps alone weren’t enough.
She grabbed his face. His hands and elbows were held in place.
The first slap rang out....Then the second....Then the third.
She glared down at him. “You think we’re done? No. We’re just getting started.”
The door opened and four men walked in.