Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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Two Weeks Later

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Lucious clipped the nipple clamps onto the model, staring into her eyes as she winced slightly. "Tight?" He asked. "Yes, Sir..." She woman mumbled. "Great." Lucious said. He placed the other on her nipple, then checking the security of the shackles that she was restrained by.

She was naked, lying on her back with her limbs spread out in all directions. She was on a heavy wooden table, one of the many contraptions that were apart of the current dungeon they were in.

This time, Lucious wasn't alone. He was surrounded by eyes. By friends and spectators whom may consider themselves fans. Tonight, there was a kinky watch party where kinksters can watch live sessions in a dungeon.

Lucious was one of the handful of people pushed to participate. He obliged as much as he tried to convince his friends that he didn't want to. It was easier for him to remain more reserved, but his friends always considered him to be such a "hidden gem" they forced him into the limelight whenever they could.

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Conducting the middle of the session, now, Lucious was in the middle of doing one of his favorite activities; beating until shaking. He was currently hitting the woman with a hard cane made out of bamboo. The woman's back was ridden with red, purple, and some open gashes after being hit on the back continuously for a little over five minutes.

By now, her face was filled with fear each time he raised up his hand. Her legs were trembling, marks all the way down her back, on her thighs, and even on her calves. On the front end, she still wore the nipple clamps, except they had something added to them that made the pain even more unbearable.

Lucious added weights to the chain in the middle of the clamps, so they continuously pull down on her nipples in addition to their tightness, putting them at risk to snap off and cause even more pain.

On the front of the woman's chest were derogatory words. On her skin read every insult to women imaginable written in black ink. Her lipstick and her eye makeup had been ruined by tears of pain.

Lucious was smirking about this, admiring the suffering she was enduring. The audience continued to watch, some grinning, some admiring, and some even mustering their arousal. Lucious himself was trying not to get riled up, but each yelp and scream from her gave him an overarching amount of confidence.

She was begging and pleading for him to keep going despite the agony. Willingly, of course, as she had never said the safe word. So he kept going, until her skin was swelling and her nipples were red.

"Ah!...Ah-"

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Violet jumped up, awakening from some sort of dream she was having. She looked around, breathing heavily and holding her chest. Elijah raised up his head, staring at her in confusion. "What's going on?" He asked. "I...had a nightmare..." She said, hoping that saying this didn't make him jump to conclusions.

"Another one of those?" He asked, tilting his head. He leaned up to kiss her forehead. "It was nothing, just a dream. Just go back to bed." He said. "I think that I should maybe drink some water..." She said. "Go ahead." He shrugged, then lying back down. Violet crept out of bed, then heading out of the room.