𝕰𝖚𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆

Lisa: Pain

Her shoulders burned. The icy metal bit into her wrists. The room was sweltering, enough so that even though she wore nothing, she was dripping with sweat.

Tongues of fire raced across her back in long stripes. She panted for breath, nearly dripping with arousal. She felt warm hands on her breasts, tugging harshly at her nipples and making her moan.

"Are you ready to keep going?" Lisa murmured, leaning forwards to bite down on her shoulder.

 Y/N whimpered, wishing the blindfold wasn't over her eyes. Still, she nodded, dropping her head down to lay on Lisa's shoulder. Lisa cooed, snaking one of her hands behind Y/N's back to drag roughly over her whip marks and yank her hair, forcing her head backwards.

 Y/N yelped, which was ignored by Lisa as she licked up Y/N's throat. Once she reached her jaw she bit down, almost to the point of drawing blood.

Finally Lisa pulled away, letting Y/N pull herself together as she gathered up the whip. As she got into position, Y/N began to brace herself. This was their third round, and she didn't know if she could keep going for much longer.

"Count to ten for me, darling," Lisa said quietly, her voice louder than a cannon in the silent room. "Just ten, then we're done."

Y/N nodded, adjusting her grip on the chain hanging from the ceiling.
The whip whistled across her back, leaving a long line of pain. "One!" she cried, voice hoarse. Another hit immediately afterwords, and she cried out in shock. "Two!"

Another, and a rush of heat flooded through her core.
"Three!"

A bead of sweat trickled down her nose, and she shook her head to clear it. Lisa didn't wait until she was ready before striking her again.
"F-four!"

And so it went. Y/N got progressively hotter and hotter as the lashes continued until she was hanging limply from the chains, eyes unfocused. Her mouth hung open, and she could only barely remember to count off. Finally the last strike came, and with it, so did she, her body so tired she could do little more than twitch as it tore through her body.

Lisa walked around her, bending over slightly so they were at eye level. She gripped Y/N's chin roughly and yanked off the blindfold, forcing her to look up at her. "What number, princess?"
Y/N trembled, her eyelids drifting shut. "...t...ten..." she whispered, her voice harsh and scratchy.
Lisa smiled. "Good girl. Let's get you cleaned up."

Y/N was barely aware as Lisa unbound her, manipulating her to lay face down on the bed, a thick pillow under her shoulders so her breasts wouldn't get squeezed too hard. She spread aloe vera gel over her back, working it into the marks decorating her back.

 Once she finished she wiped her hands off and went to put away the toys, cleaning each as she did.
Y/N must have fallen asleep at some point, as the next thing she knew Lisa was climbing into bed next to her, leaving the blanket off since it was warm enough to sleep without. Lisa leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

"Go to sleep, baby," she murmured, laying her head down next to her.
Y/N let herself drift, only falling asleep once she laced their fingers together.