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  The pain shot up my leg as the cold metal bit into my flesh. I shook my foot in a frenzy, trying to shake it off. When that didn't work, I tried to reach it with my other foot. But the leather straps held me firm. I squeezed my eyes shut against the hot pain.

  And that was when the second clamp bit into the big toe of my other foot. I screamed inwardly, taking all of my strength not to open my mouth and betray myself. I looked down and whimpered at the sight. My toes were purple around the clamps but the flesh underneath them was white. I felt the blood pounding back through my body.

  "Very good," Rafe mused. He looked up at my body, brushing his hands over my heaving breasts. "And there's that lovely pink color again. You do look your best when you're stressed."

  I moaned.

  "You may speak, Selena."

  I wanted to say that it hurt, but I didn't. I lived for this sort of thing. The pain always came with pleasure. I wanted this…

  "Yes, sir," I replied.

  My obedience to his orders made him smile. "Well done!" he crowed. HIs face broke out into a wide grin so at odds with his cool demeanor. His eyes glinted at me. "I knew I could depend on you, Selena. I knew you were something special."

  He smoothed my hair back, his gentle touch at odds with the pain he was causing me. I whimpered for a moment as he comforted me with his touch.

  Then his eyes changed. "Let's continue," he intoned, and I shivered in anticipation.

  I could stop this. I knew all I had to do was say the word ‘red’ and it would all be over, but despite my fears, I nodded. Rafe would give me pain, but he would also give me pleasure. I was prepared for this…

  He stepped back and took hold of the chain. Clamps still dangled from the two free ends and I could now see that the center ring had a clamp too. I whimpered as he dragged the lengths up my legs. The metal bounced along my stomach, the clamps dancing closer and closer to my face.

  "Breathe out," he ordered and, without thinking, I exhaled just as he closed the third clamp on my left nipple.

  A shout of pleasure and pain tore free from my throat. I kicked and thrashed but his aim was unerring as he clamped down on my right nipple. I struggled, but every time I kicked, the chains on my toes yanked painfully on my nipples. I froze the instant I realized that struggling was only going to cause me more pain.

  "That's a smart girl."

  He turned his back and I bit my lip, breathing through the fiery anguish. My nerves screamed and adrenaline flooded my veins.

  Then he turned back. In his hand was a long shaft that I first mistook for a microphone. But when he flipped a switch at the bottom, it hummed to life and I realized it was a giant vibrator. My legs were splayed open in front of him, my sex completely exposed.

  He stepped back and eyed me appraisingly again. "You're doing very well for your first time with me, Selena. You deserve a little reward."

  I panted, my fear mixing with raw desire.

  "I'm going to show you how good it feels to give in." He lowered the vibrator and brushed it lightly across the lips of my vulva. I tried to squirm away, but the chains reminded me to stay completely still. I relaxed my body, allowing him to press the buzzing vibrator right down on to my exposed clit.

  The vibrations sent my singing nerves into overdrive. The adrenaline that had sent my pulse racing had made every inch of my body wildly sensitive. Rafe's eyes widened as he watched me fight the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. His amber eyes betrayed his desire.

  He had told me I wasn't allowed take my pleasure unless he gave me permission. This was a test, a test I didn't want to fail. Failure would me more pain. I exhaled and rocked my pelvis downward so the vibrations went to a less sensitive area.

  "Give in," he ordered and cranked the speed of the vibrator higher. The sound of a million angry bees filled my ears and the sensations were undeniable. He pressed the vibrator into my soft folds and rubbed it up and down with a practiced hand. "You may come, Selena."

  The minute I heard him, my body responded to his permission. A wild, tearing shockwave pulsed through me. I stiffened, and the pain from the clamps intensified the searing sensations from the vibrator. I screamed aloud. Pleasure and pain, fury and ecstasy ripped through me in an incredible and terrible orgasm. My body went into overdrive. I ground myself into the vibrator, eking out more pleasure from his skillful, hands.

  "You do have such beautiful skin," he murmured, and switched the vibrator off. I whimpered when he pulled it away, denying me the pleasure that masked the pain. "Tell me you liked giving in."

  I twitched in an aftershock. Little explosions still ricocheted through my body. The intensity of the sensations had rendered me mute.

  He didn't require an answer. "You want to feel good again, yes?"

  The pain from the clamps was returning, drowning out the pleasure that retreated in waves. "Yes, sir," I whispered.

  "There's only one thing you have to do."

  "Yes, sir?"

  "Touch the footboard with your toe."

  I looked at him in confusion. He pointed at the wooden footboard that extended across the bottom of the four-poster bed. My ankles were splayed out. I would have to stretch and reach and point my toe to be able to touch it. I forgot myself. "But...the clamp."

  He tugged at the chain, a wince of pain singing out from my body. "You do not speak to me unless it is to say, 'yes sir.' Don't make me remind you again."

  I whimpered, "Yes, sir," as my skin flamed red hot.

  "Now, touch the footboard with your toe."

  I breathed out. "Yes, sir," I gritted.

  This was going to hurt.

  I shimmied myself down as low as the straps around my wrists would allow. I was stretched to the limit, but my legs still didn't touch the footboard. I moved carefully, but each knock of the chain electrified my battered nipples. I sucked in my breath. Carefully, I pointed my right foot. The chain pulled against my nipple and I shrieked and pulled away.

  I couldn’t let this challenge defeat me…

  Rafe’s eyes were shining wet with desire and his tongue darted across his sensuous lips. He was waiting to see if I could meet his expectations. I wanted to please him more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.

  Mustering all my strength I pointed my foot. The clamp yanked my nipple painfully as I stretched and stretched my toe.

  Just when I thought it was impossible, that my pain-wracked body would rebel, I felt the cool wood against my toe. "Yes sir!" I shrieked in triumph.

  "Good girl," he breathed, practically cooing. He touched the vibrator lightly to my clit and let it pulse against me. I moaned in relief as the pleasure flooded through me.

  Just as I had relaxed into the sensations, he pulled it away. "I moaned, wiggling towards it.

  "Other foot, now."

  I felt tears prick my eyes and stared at him in mute desperation.

  He nodded.

  I mustered my strength again. I knew what to expect this time. I pointed my foot as hard as I could, pushing past the shrieking protests of my body. When I felt the cool wood, I laughed in triumph.

  "Good girl," Rafe smoothed my hair and immediately cranked the vibrator to its highest speed.

  The orgasm tore through me with no preamble. I opened my eyes as I cried out and saw his stormy eyes above me, holding me in his gaze as I shuddered and moaned. The orgasm blurred my sight. The room dimmed until there was nothing more than those eyes holding me, captivating me, imprisoning me in his will.

  "Good girl," he repeated as the waves receded. Once more he pulled the vibrator away before I was ready, but this time I only closed my eyes and moaned.

  A new pain ripped through me.

  My eyes flew open in shock as hot fire burned up from my most sensitive place. He had fixed a clamp to my labia, the cool metal biting into the soft skin.

  Tears gathered in my eyes. Rafe looked at me, his eyes almost gentle. But not quite. "You know what you need to do."

  My will was breaking do
wn. The threatened tears spilled down my cheeks. I shook my head. I couldn't do it.

  "Do what I say. Both feet this time."

  There was nothing I could do. Whimpering, I pointed both of my feet. The clamp pulled on my sex. I bit back a scream, squeezed my eyes shut and pushed myself.

  I touched the cool wood.

  I anticipated the relief of the vibrator, but instead felt the bed dip. My eyes flew open to see Rafe above me. He released the clamp on my right toe, and then my left. The relief that flooded through me intensified my desire. I wiggled my toes with joy, feeling the pulse of the returning blood match the pulse of the blood in my ears. With a cry I arched upward, ignoring the pain in my still tethered nipples and labia. In fact I reveled in it.

  Rafe moved between my legs. He had primed me expertly, pushing my boundaries until I had no more. It took me a moment to realize that he had already removed his clothing. The head of his cock invaded the entrance to my battered pussy without even the slightest of hesitation. He pushed inside of me and I gasped aloud as I was impaled on his magnificence.

  "This is your reward," he whispered in my ear, filling my nose with the scent of him. He surged up inside my and my body greeted him with a flood of wetness. I invited the pleasure his cock brought me, welcomed the feeling of him throbbing inside of me. ,

  "Do you like this?" he murmured. I could only moan in reply. There was nothing left of me to speak. Rafe expertly swirled his hips, touching every sensitive spot inside of me. He felt the walls of my pussy pulse and clamp down around him and growled low and sinister in my ear. "It feels good to give in," he whispered.

  "Yes, sir," I whispered back. And all was lost. I was his.

  Triumphantly he pushed himself to his knees and reached backward, yanking on the straps around my ankles. I was suddenly free, but not for long, He lifted me easily, slinging my legs over his shoulders and thrusting deeply inside of me. He released the clamp on my labia at the same time that he pulled on the chains attached to my still tethered nipples. This time I greeted the pain with a cry of ecstasy. He alternated his punishing strokes upward with delicate tugs on the chains. He was torturing me, cycling pain with pleasure, pleasure with pain. He was all I could feel, all I could see, all I could smell. He was master of everything; my pleasure and of my pain.

  His deliberate strokes took on a wild cadence. His face contorted above mine and for a moment I could see the telltale glint in his eyes of the werebear beneath his flesh. He pulled himself free and lifted his glistening cock as I fell to my knees. "Catch it," he ordered and I obediently opened my mouth. The first jet of hot cum hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head upward to where he had knelt over my chest. The second jet filled my mouth with the taste of him. He tasted like charcoal, like woodsmoke, like passion and desire. I swallowed yielding willingly. The last jet hit my chin and dribbled down my neck to my breasts where it pooled in the valley between them. I looked down at it blankly.

  He jumped nimbly off of me without saying a word and quickly pulled on his pants. "Oh," he said flatly, with no emotion whatsoever coloring his voice, "I apologize, I nearly forgot." He lifted the clamp from my right nipple. I had almost forgotten it was there. It almost seemed like it belonged there now. Then he took the clamp from my left nipple and I sighed. The throbbing pain diminished and mixed with the remainder of my orgasms in a confusing mass of sensations.

  He smoothed back my hair and I shuddered under his touch. "I release you from your commitments. You are no longer an object… You can sleep now, Selena. We can discuss extending your contract in the morning."

  Tears of relief came to my eyes when I heard myself answer, "Yes, sir." There was nothing else to say. I was his now. He may have released me, but not in the way he expected. He had given my darkest desires an outlet, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I would be his…

  Forever…

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  THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN

  My sisters wept as the old woman lowered the blood-red cloak onto my narrow shoulders, but my mother's eyes were rolling back in the throes of religious ecstasy. "The gods will bless me for my sacrifice," she exulted, forgetting that it was I who was the actual sacrifice.

  The old woman murmured a few more unintelligible words, then dipped a thumb into a pot of something foul smelling. She marked my forehead with the muck, from the tip of my hairline down to the bridge of my nose. Her gnarled thumbnail poked me in between the eyes.

  "Have you finished?" I asked, trying to keep my tone innocent.

  "Tarla, don't blaspheme," my mother admonished me and I had to roll my eyes. Here I was moments away from saying goodbye to her forever, and yet she could only think to chastise me one last time.

  The old woman fastened the cloak at my neck with a silver pin. "This will protect you until you reach the lair of the wolf-king," she creaked. "Once you reach the entrance, you must remove it before you are allowed inside."

  "What happens if I leave it on?"

  The old woman's rheumy eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Then they will not accept the sacrifice and our village will be damned. Will you have that on your head, child?"

  My sister Lena burst into a fresh round of sobs upon hearing this. Her fear for my sake was outweighed by the fear of the wolves. That was true for the entire village. I was the sacrifice: one to save many. The price our small, vulnerable village paid for the protection of the wolves. If that protection were ever removed, our enemies would descend on us immediately.

  Or the wolves themselves.

  "I will do my duty," I said gravely, bending my head obediently. The old woman looked up at me and waited several moments before she nodded her white head. Her hair was so white and brittle that she reminding me of a dandelion head in late summer. One breeze would blow her away.

  It occurred to me then that I would never see another summer. Never see another dandelion. I would never know anything more that I knew, right now.

  For some reason it was that, rather than my weeping family, that finally made me break down and cry.

  The old woman smiled a toothless grin, heavy with malice. "She is ready," she croaked towards the door.

  The door to our hut burst open and the constable and his deputy tromped their muddy boots onto my mother's impeccably washed floor. "We are losing daylight," the deputy snarled. "Tell the girl to make her goodbyes and get on with it."

  I turned, sniffling, and nodded to my sisters. I had told them goodbye this morning, putting on a brave, happy face for Sahbine, the youngest. She was now looking at me with fearful eyes, and so I smiled
once more. "Goodbye, fair sisters. I trust that my sacrifice will keep you safe."

  I was answered with wide eyes and stifled sobs.

  As for my mother, well, what could I say? "Goodbye, mother." I felt the creeping resentment curl around the edges of my words as I spoke. "I am glad that it is so easy for you to let go of your first born."

  "I have done my village and my gods a service in bearing you. I will be richly rewarded in the afterlife," she breathed, clasping her hands together in fervent prayer.

  I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes. "I'm finished," I exhaled, nodding to the constable. "You may take me now."

  He nodded gruffly and turned to the door, assuming correctly that I would follow closely. And he was right. What more could I do? I was walking towards my death, anointed and blessed. There was no resistance left in me.

  The walk out of the village was an odd one. Villagers huddled in their windows, watching me silently. Yesterday I had laughed and worked and sung with all of them, but today no one could find it in themselves to say farewell to me. It was the fate of the sacrifice to spend the last moments of her life alone.