Demon's Captive by Stephanie Snow Page A

cold wall. The whip struck her back and buttocks, leaving a fiery map of pain behind. Blow after blow rained down, and she huddled to the wall, her wet face pressed into her upper arm. Above each slap, she heard his snarling grunts, an indication of his great rage and the force behind his swings. Her mind blanked, unable to deal with the burn of the welts he laid on her skin.
      When each stroke only maintained the flame, rather than increasing it, the whip stopped. Her mind full of static, she was unaware of his movements behind her. She came to when his hands lifted hers from the hook above her head. Blood rushed back into her arms when they were lowered; pins and needles raced from shoulder to fingertip. That sensation was nearly lost to the stinging of her back. Hoarse sobs tore from her throat as he turned her around to see an unfamiliar shape.
      The contraption was unfamiliar, but, within moments, Melmanon made it clear. As he strapped her into place, she thought this must be real torture. The device bent her forward at the waist, her hips against a bar, her legs held in place with a strap around each ankle. Her breasts hung free and her hands were strapped to a thin bar that extended from the base. Painfully aware her sex was completely exposed, cold air drafted over her and heightened her senses.
      She felt the burning heat of him behind her, but it was something cold that pressed against her. Cold, hard, and slick, it moved along the tiny puckered hole of her anus, then delved between her labia. Without warning, he drove it into her pussy and made her cry out. Not as large as he was, it was nonetheless big and terribly cold. After several ruthless thrusts, it was withdrawn and rested on her anus again.
      Charity knew what came next. Rather than tense, she relaxed. As soon as she felt him press, she pushed back against it. The pain was still sharp as the thing sank into her unprepared rectum. Crying again in great sobs, she felt him change sides so he stood in front of her.
      His hands squeezed and tweaked her breasts until her hardened nipples throbbed. She screamed when pain bit down on the turgid buds, and she saw wicked-looking clamps pinching each one.
      The pain in her ass and at her breasts consumed her, and she twisted and bucked against her restraints, sobbing and moaning. He moved behind her again. She was shocked when he thrust his cock into her pussy, pounding into her cervix over and over as he fucked her cruelly. The furious pumping caused her tortured breasts to sway wildly, eliciting unbearable pain. It was only a few minutes before she felt the scalding heat of his climax flooding her.
      There was only the sound of his harsh growling breaths before Charity felt him withdraw. Still painfully full in her rectum and losing sensation in her nipples, she continued to sob softly, her tears a puddle on the floor beneath her. She heard him go into the lavatory and return. He first unstrapped her ankles, then her wrists. Before she was able to pull herself up, he was gone, the door closing hard behind him.
           Her hands went to her breasts. Charity whimpered as she released the clamps, and blood rushed back into her nipples. She then pulled the plug from her ass. On the bed, she saw several objects, including more terrible devices he hadn't used.
      In the lavatory, she activated the lights and cried out at her reflection. Terrible marks around her nipples gave evidence to the teeth of the clamps. Over her shoulder, she saw the awful welts on her back. With hands braced against the sink, she reflected on the actions that had brought about this punishment.
      Charity had never imagined he would be so cruel. She realized now she had started to care for him, to believe he was not the monster she had first thought. Now, in the face of his abuse, she knew her feelings for him had been a way to rationalize her sexual