Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 58: A Twisted Glimpse Of His Hell.

The pressure mounted, my nipples hardening and searing with unbearable heat. I grinned softly around the ball gag, soaked with saliva.

Suddenly, a buzz filled the air, and I felt something thrusting deep into me. "There's a vibrator in your cunt now, Martini, and I can make it ruin you," he rasped.

I panted, struggling to make sense of it, but the feral vibrations tearing through my pussy shattered all coherent thought. A stifled groan escaped me, raw and unstoppable, as I fought to hold on, only to be consumed by the relentless force, driving deeper into the rim of my cervix.

Bound against the balustrade, I writhed in a desperate frenzy, its unforgiving edge biting into my skin. A tremor coursed through my body as the wand cackled between my breasts. "Pl...ea...se, le...t...me...g...o," I whimpered, my voice barely audible behind the gag.

The sky roared with thunder, as if answering him. I moaned raggedly, the storm swallowing the brutal rhythm of the devices tormenting and vibrating my body, twisting my insides.

Sweat slicked my skin, mingling with the icy beads of rain that poured down, soaking me to the core. He didn't seem to care, never stopping even as my incoherent pleas spilled out in fragmented sobs. Just when I thought he might finally release me, his voice rumbled in my ear. "I haven't found the best way to claim you yet, Martini."

Tonight was different—darker, rawer than any of my lonely nights. I teetered on the cusp of losing myself, sucked into a void that left me breathless. Yet, all I wanted was to see him, to look into the eyes of the man unraveling me. But the blindfold remained, trapping me in darkness, in him.

He grunted, his fingers beating on my clit before I felt something cold clamp down on it. "You enjoy being my toy, don't you? I told you, I'm too dark for you." He paused, his fingers plunging into my pussy as my uneven breaths turned into guttural screams. "But you lack the light to escape me; you're mine now. You belong to me!" he snarled.

I quivered as he trailed the wand from my stomach down to my hips. The rain offered no relief; it surrendered to him as the vibrating objects inside me heightened, making my legs tremble helplessly against the shackles.

"I'm your king, and you will bow to no other man, not even your shadow, or else." A sharp thwack cut through his words, followed by the sting of a slap on my hips.

My senses blurred, drowning in a haze of ecstasy and torment. I felt myself cumming as a warm liquid trickled down my legs, merging with the rain, a sticky sensation clinging to my skin. "Oh, my sweet mess, cum for me... my sexy wife," Lord Maximus whispered, adjusting the vibrator buried deep inside me.

I was leaking, the cum from my pussy gushing out like molten lava, drenching my body. "I love the scent of your cum, but tonight, I want you to taste it." His fingers raked over my pussy teasingly before shoving them into my mouth.

The bitterness on my tongue sent a shock through me—I never realized how sharp my own taste could be until I tasted myself on his fingers.

I screamed as another slap cracked against my buttocks, the twinge itching my skin, followed by another—I was being flogged, and I had never felt so alive. He twisted my nipples harder, sending electric jolts through my body.

I winced, my head tilting involuntarily as I felt something thick dripping down my skin. It wasn't the rain this time; it was blood, pooling down toward my navel. I squirmed, my nipples ablaze, burning under the cruel pleasure he reveled in.

"You crave my devil's rod, don't you?" he taunted. I could only manage weak wheezes erupting from my throat as he clamped down tighter on my clit. My chest heaved, my legs wobbling beneath the pole that spread them wide.

"I won't release you until you beg for it," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. I wailed loudly as he removed the gag from my mouth, replacing it with the vibrator that struck my tongue like a thunderbolt. When he whipped me again, I wailed once more, feeling my entire being collapse under his thrall as I shuddered against the balustrade.

"I hope you understand that this little celebration is far from over! Even a butt plug isn't enough; none of this is!" he rumbled, yanking off the device from my butthole, as I felt it breathing and sizzling with my spunk.

The darkness strangled me, pressing against my eyelids, a constricting vice that seemed to crush my spirit, until the last thing I saw was a twisted glimpse of hell—his hell. I never imagined I'd descend here, claimed in a way that stripped the shreds of my own will, where every flash of pain bled into pleasure.

This was no nightmare, but a wicked fantasy, a grotesque spectacle where the stars he forced me to see were searing flames, burning up my soul. I wanted to break free, to end the unbearable torment, but my body betrayed me, worshipping the chaos he unleashed.

I moaned as each moment felt too strong yet not enough. In that blinding instant, I knew—he owned me, claimed my entire being, and I surrendered once more, a slave to his dominion. He growled, striking a blow to my pussy. "I own you, and I will claim you completely. There is no escaping the depths of my hell, Martini."