Page 70 of Cruel Pleasures

The Warden issues more questions. Things like, “Have you been in contact with Kaden and Lyra?” and “Did you murder Talia Weinberg?”

When my answers are not satisfactory, the flogger returns with a thwacking vengeance. I rock in the binds of the rope and settle into the burning friction. I’m so delirious, right on the precipice of coming, that I don’t realize he’s tossed the flogger aside and pulled out another toy.

Once I set eyes on it, I’m jerking up as if I could free myself.

Some kind of synthetic snake-like device. Thick and coiled. Through the fog, I realize what it is.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer warily.

“Tell me.”

“It’s a snake dildo.”

“For deep penetration… in more than one hole.”

“Warden,” I whine.

But my whines fall on deaf ears. He waltzes over and presents one end of the dildo to my lips. I understand what he’s requesting and part my lips to take it into my mouth. Quickly, I use all the saliva I can to wet it, hoping it’s enough.

“We’ll start easy, bunny,” he says. “Your little cunt should eat this right up.”

My eyelids flutter shut as he makes it happen—he stands between my lewdly spread, wide open thighs and prods the synthetic dildo against my entrance.

It’s thick and girthy, slicking into me to an immediate full sensation. A moan slips past my lips and I writhe against the rope despite how useless it is. But there’s not much else I can do except jerk my body and wiggle my fingers and revel in how thick it feels.

Almost too thick, bordering on discomfort.

The Warden watches my face closely. He works the dildo in and out of me in slow twisting motions. Occasionally, he thrusts it in just a little bit deeper and my pussy ripples from the inside.

I’m getting close. I’m nearing my orgasm.

It creeps over me, trickling in.

My body quakes, my skin warm and flushed. I’m whimpering without a care as the Warden fucks me deep with the dildo. He reads my every reaction, gauging if he should pick up the pace or slow down for more torture.

“Do you hear that squelch, bunny?” he asks. “That’s your cunt talking. She’s drenched and she wants to come. But I have something else in mind to get you there.”

“No… nooo!” I cry out in tantrum.

He wrenches the thick dildo from where it’s lodged in my pussy and tosses it aside. Suddenly, I’m empty. I’m tingling from the anticipation and feverish from how close I was to coming.

“Please!” I cry again. “Warden—OH!”

He’s stepped behind me again. The rope wrapped around both thighs shifts. It scrapes against the delicate supple skin ’til it’s covering my labia, and I understand in an instant how I’m to come. The abrasive texture creates a whole new, agonizing level of friction as he pulls on the binding like a puppet master.

The braided rope chaffs against my wet, hypersensitive pussy, positioned directly over my sex.

I’m panting, breathing heavily as I gyrate along, rubbing myself on the rope, reveling in the sweet burn it creates.

It becomes a team effort.

Some twisted attempt to get me off from my bindings.

The Warden coaxes me along. He utters sweet things, pleasant words, telling me how gorgeous and exquisite I look. I’m beyond comprehending anything he says, more focused on my impending orgasm.

I rock and groan as the rope rubs my pussy and the burning pain melds into pleasure and the pleasure explodes.