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CHARLOTTE

Song- Aphrodisiac, KIRRA47, Desire4u.

W hat. In. The. Hell.

In all the fucked up shit I’ve seen in my life, this tops it.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I start to shiver, the cold seeping into my bones. It’s freezing in here. My breath plumes out before me, a visible mist in the frigid air.

I blink, momentarily stunned by the sight before me.

The vibrant purple wall was adorned with six massive chocolate creations shaped like dildos.

And I mean gigantic in length and girth.

I turn to my handler, Richard—I’ve given that nickname to him because he was such a dick—and my stomach plummets as I see the black flogger in his hand. The sight is sickening and smells faintly of leather and sweat.

“Head down until The Master gives you your instructions,” he whispers.

With a sharp turn, I immediately follow his instructions, the air thick with anticipation.

“Welcome to the third annual Decadence Games. We are delighted to have you here. Now, you’re all probably wondering what your first task is,” the robotic voice booms through the room.

Even disguised, I can tell it’s deep. Every time I hear the word decadent, I feel instant regret thinking about what I did to Jimmy.

“Each of you are property of Decadence now. This is a game of survival. Only the winning contestant shall receive the golden ticket. That ticket will not only change your life, but your family’s, the ones who signed you over to us. The games are all simple yet effective to find the perfect winner. This is about pain and pleasure, finding the perfect balance between the two can be euphoric. But the question is, can you handle what I can give you? Are you worthy of it?”

I swear I hear the girl next to me sniffling, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound.

“On to the first game. As you can see in front of you, there is a wall, and each of you have your own piece of chocolate to attend to. How deep can you go?”

I gulp.

A low chuckle vibrates through the air, making me clench my fists in response.

“That’s the pleasure element. Perhaps the sweetest dick you’ll ever have. For some of you, your last. But don’t forget, where there is pleasure, there is pain.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. The flogger.

“The guards will give you a score out of ten for your performance. The woman with the lowest will be eliminated. Your Master wishes you luck in this sweet hell. Now, get on all fours. It’s time to see how much you can take.”

Scrunching up my face, I look at the chocolate dildo on the wall in front of me.

This is embarrassing.

Of all the things I’ve trained for, this is something I don’t have a clue about.

With numb fingers tapping a rhythm on my ice-cold thigh, I considered my options.

I’m unarmed, six guards, and no way out. Cameras are everywhere, I just have to suck it up, literally, and move on to the next game.

So I’m the first woman to step forward, as I drop to all fours a position both humbling and strangely empowering.

The other girls quickly follow suit, not wanting to be the last one.

Who knows how we’re being scored?

The Master said, “how deep can we go?”

Taking a deep breath, I realize that this isn’t being forced upon me, it’s about my self-reliance and pushing my limits. No force. No slamming me against a wall.

I block out the world, returning to Italy in my mind. The smooth texture of the chocolate shaft against my hand brings him instantly to mind.

As I part my lips and slide the chocolate into my mouth, I realize it’s kinda similar in size to him, too.

As the tip hits the back of my mouth, I jolt forward and choke, feeling the flogger crack down hard on my ass.

And again on the other side.

My eyes stream with hot tears, blurring my vision, but I keep going, relaxing my throat to ease the tension.

This is no different from torture training techniques. I breathe through my nose and endure the pain.

Even as it rips through my skin.

Stinging, burning, aching. My heart races as I go deeper.

Disconnected from the room’s chaotic noise, I’m hyper-aware of the maddening ringing in my ears and the periodic, guttural sounds of my gag reflex.

The warmth from my mouth melts away the chocolate as it drips down my throat.

Dammit. It’s delicious.

“Good girl. Another inch and you’ll get the perfect score,” Richard mutters beside me. Flicking my eyes to my left, I find him standing over, watching me intently.

As I inch closer, the tension in the room is palpable, and the taste of adrenaline floods my mouth just before he delivers the final, intense spank.

Fuck, I’m going to be sick.

“Now, lick all the chocolate off with your tongue,” he orders.

It’s a relief as I pull back and my throat is free, and I get to work on licking it. It’s actually distracting from the fact that my ass is burning.

The chocolate melts easily. Smooth, sweet, indulgent.

No wonder it’s called Decadent. It truly is. A delightful contrast of bitter and sweet notes created a complex and satisfying taste. Almost creamy as you swallow.

A violent shiver wracks my arms as the air bites with an icy ferocity. My nipples are so hard they might cut through the lace fabric soon.

Sitting back on my ass, I wince, a sharp, burning pain shooting up from my cheeks.

“All clean.”

He runs the soft, supple leather down my back, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the icy fear that grips me, a fear that melts into unexpected heat.

Maybe I’m not as bad at this as I thought. I smile to myself and wait.