Queen Yavara Ch. 62

An angel walked into the room. Elena's lips were painted snow-white, her cheeks were lightly blushed, and glitter surrounded her dramatically-lined sapphire eyes. Her body was wrapped in a white gauze dress that revealed everything beneath the mesh, and contrasted her bronze flesh. She wore a pair of white stiletto heels that became leather straps which crisscrossed her legs about the shins and thighs, and encircled her legs below the crease of her buttocks. Feathery angel wings adorned her back, and a magical halo floated above her white hair. The hem of the dress ended just below her crotch, which meant her pretty little cock protruded vulgarly out. She'd decorated it with miniature angel wings and a little floating halo, which made me giggle delightedly.

"And what do I have here?" Elena asked, assessing me as her cock rose with engorgement, "A little mortal girl all tied up and helpless? Who did this to you?"

"I did." I said, grinning impishly and wiggling my ass.

"And why would you do such a thing?" Elena queried with the most innocent expression she could muster on her devious face.

"To attract an angel. Someone obviously needs to set me on the righteous path."

"Oh, dearest me," Elena pouted her lips, "you poor, poor thing. You're a sinner, aren't you?"

"Yes." I hissed.

"I'm afraid there's only one way to purify a sinner."

"How?"

Elena produced the paddle she'd been hiding behind her back. "Through pain."

Her heels clicked as she walked purposefully to the bed. Though her face was cast in a stoic angelic expression, she struggled to keep her lips from tugging with a smile. I breathed evenly through my nose, following her only with my eyes as she rounded me. I felt the depression of the mattress when she climbed upon the bed, and then I felt her delicate fingers upon the nape of my neck. She tugged gently but firmly on my ponytail, forcing my face upward, my back to arch, and my breasts to jut forth, stretching the chain that linked my nipples to my clit. I hummed through an excited smile, my flesh teeming with readiness. Oh, it had been so long since I'd been with a lover worthy of me!

"Confess your sins." Elena commanded with the harsh stoicism of a nun.

"I'm a whore!" I cried.

"Now repent!" Elena said sharply, and brought the paddle hard against my left cheek. The board flattened against my flesh, rippled through my fat, and sent a vein of wonderful stings right into my crotch. I yelped at the pain, then purred at the pleasure, savoring both, enjoying their comingling within my twisted neurons. Elena pulled back on my ponytail once more, accentuating the bow of my back, stretching my chain, presenting my ass, one cheek now rosy.

"Confess your sins," she commanded again.

"I like getting fucked in the ass!" I whimpered.

"Now repent!" This time the paddle came down on my right cheek, harder and faster than before, the wood slapping against my cheek so hard that it was lifted and separated from its twin, opening my crack, displaying my moist pussy and plugged anus before jiggling back down. I mewled in delight, my entire body teeming with the prickles of sensation that coursed up my arched spine.

"Confess your sins," she commanded a third time, and rested the paddle against my left cheek.

"I've lain with my older sister."

"Now repent!" Another slap, even harder than last time, and my body bowed backward with the exaggerated arch of my spine. My lips peeled in a grimace, tears threatened my eyes, and a moan of pure lechery crawled huskily from my throat.

"Confess your sins!"

"I'm a rapist!"

"Now repent!" My right cheek flattened in deformation, the delectable flesh molding around the paddle before springing back into a rippling dome of porcelain fat. The sting reached deep into me, seeming to electrify my nethers more with greater pain.

"Confess!"

"I'm a torturer!"

"Repent!" She laid the wood hard against my left cheek, and I lurched forward with a scream, my entire body bending around the axis of such exquisite pain.

Elena was at my side a second later. "Oh my god, Yavara, are you OK?"

"DID I SAY THE FUCKING SAFEWORD?!" I bellowed, wrathful for having my moment interrupted. I was almost there!

Elena blinked, then recomposed herself. It took her a moment to reestablish her persona, which gave me precious seconds to recover. I didn't want to recover. I wanted to be brought to the beautiful edge of mania and sent toppling over the edge! Elena repositioned the paddle against my ass, the flesh now raised and rosy, receptive to any touch.

"Confess," she whispered.

"I'm a murderer."

"Repent," she said with a voice so dead it made my hair stand up. She was going to make up for her blunder. The paddle came down across both cheeks, squishing the fat of my ass against my lower back, sending the pain deep into my crack. Before I had a chance to scream, the paddle came down again, even harder this time, creating a ripple that shot down my thighs. I bent backwards with the beautiful pain, my spine compelled to curve, stretching the chain between my breasts and crotch until my nipples and clit were throbbing. The paddle slapped me hard against the flank, harder than ever, blasting the sensations into my center, energizing my pulsating erogeneity. Feminine nectar saturated me between my legs, drooled droplets down my taint, and pooled around my plugged anus, which clenched like a fist about my plug. Elena beat me again, and again, and again. The slaps sounded faster and faster until they were a drumroll, and I could no longer feel the flesh that was beaten, only the deep sensory assault moving beneath the surface, churning in my sex, lancing sweet lines of ecstasy outward. I was sobbing and weeping, tears and snot disheveling my portrait, but my lips were peeled in a terrible smile, and my screams were punctuated by squeals of delight.

After the thirtieth strike, Elena was done with her beatings. She laid the paddle before my knees, then stood up on the bed, and walked around until she was towering above me.

"Are you enjoying this, sinner?"

"Yes!" I blubbered, teetering on the very brink of orgasm. My tortured clit was pulsing against the clamp that bit into it, my nipples were throbbing, my insides were turning over with sensation, beating with the cadence of my heart.

"I see that I am not being severe enough," Elena sighed, "I'm afraid you must endure more of God's punishment."

"God's punishment?" a sardonic voice giggled from the darkness. A wonderful kind of fear suffused my limbs. Elena looked over her shoulder as the closet door creeped open, and the devil herself strutted into the room. Leveria's black hair was braided into pigtails that girlishly framed her wicked portrait. She wore a band across her head with two devil's horns protruding from the top. Her lips were sheened black, matching the dark liner around her eyes, and her brow and nose were dusted with red glitter. Her bulging breasts were held high by red crisscrossing leather straps which came around her back to crisscross her sculpted abdomen, then again to cross before her pelvis before the straps looped her bronze thighs just below the crease of her ass, causing her delectable bronze cheeks to flow over them. The straps recontinued into makeshift garters, then crisscrossed each thigh and each calve before becoming her stiletto boots. A devil's pointed tail wagged teasingly behind her, a spell compelling it to twist the plug in her ass. Though she was being sodomized, she hardly reacted at all to it; there was only a pleasant flush to her cheeks. The same crisscrossing leather that bound her bronze body also bound her massive cock, with three small intersections that preceded a wrap around the crease of the head, which was pointing directly at me. I was drooling from every hole.

"My, my, my," Leveria whispered, her blazing eyes alight in the darkness, possessed of such avarice that I felt like I was melting in them, "What do we have here?" She walked purposefully toward me, her hips swinging, her footfalls clicking. She tightened her elbow-length red leather gloves one finger at a time, and grinned with her evil black-sheened lips. "Oh, what a sight this is," she said covetously, "I've waited so long to see you like this." She stopped at the foot of the bed, and patted the mattress. "Come here, Yavara," she commanded with a soft voice, a silken voice, a sonorous little whisper that beckoned gently, but carried dangerous undertones I wouldn't dare defy. I struggled in my bondage, and found that the spreader bar made it impossible to do anything but kneel with my legs splayed wide, and the pain of my stretching nipples and clit made traveling impossible.

"I can't!" I whimpered frustratedly.

Leveria cocked her head, and smiled. "You will address me as 'Master' from now on, Yavara, and I will address you as 'Bunny.' If you call me by any other title, you will be punished, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I whined, my thighs rubbing together with arousal, "but I still can't move!"

Elena made to help me, but Leveria shot her a dark look that froze her in place. "Let her do this herself, please, Angel." Leveria said tightly, her jaw twitching slightly. The anger in her face softened immediately when it rested on me, and all her expression bore was a twisted kind of affection. "Come, Bunny," she encouraged, "I know you can do it!"

With a mewl of distress, I reached back with my cuffed hands, grabbed the spreader bar to anchor myself, shifted my weight against one pivot knee, flexed my abdominal muscles, and twisted my hips. I successfully lifted my other knee off the mattress and took a kneeling step, but the stretching of my pierced nipples and clamped clitoris send sharp tendrils of pain deep into my chest and nethers. I cried out and doubled over, yet my nethers pulsed with pleasure.

"Come on, Bunny," Leveria cooed, beckoning me with her finger, "you're only a few feet away."

I caught my breath, and stared up at my master from beneath a few disheveled strands of hair. "I can't!" I lamented.

"You can, Yavara." Elena said, and took me by the leash, "I'll be with you every step of the way."

I set my face into a grim mask of determination, then pivoted my knee, twisted, and traversed another span. I yelped when my clit and nipples were pulled taut, drawing a sharp line of pain between them right through my core, but I gritted my teeth, and planted my other knee to pivot. Each kneeling step brought me closer to Leveria, and each kneeling step brought me even more pain and pleasure. There were times when I thought I couldn't do it anymore, but Leveria's bright smile and Elena's encouraging tugs on my leash propelled me forward. Tears streaked down my cheeks, sweat shimmered from my flesh, and strenuous whines emitted from my gritted teeth. When I was three feet away from Leveria, I simply lurched forward, and fell onto the mattress before her, wrenched the leash from Elena's hands, and buried my face in the darkness of the cushions. I sobbed in depthless despair, every inch of me teeming with a duality of sensations. Then I felt a pair of heavenly hands clasp me around the head. I was lifted by some invisible force, brought upright, and set down into a kneeling position before my master. Her expression was seeped in such affection, her orange eyes twinkled with pride, and her smile was radiant and doting, melting away all the anguish within me.

"You made it," Leveria beamed, "I'm so proud of you."

"You are?" I blubbered, "b-b-b-but I failed!"

"No, no, no..." Leveria crooned, brushing my hair behind my ears, framing my face with her palms, "you gave me everything you had; that's all I wanted. I wanted to see you test the very limits of your pain."

"It hurt so much." I sniffled around a relived smile. She was such a good master. How benevolent she was!

Leveria crinkled her nose dotingly. "I bet it did. It was so beautiful to watch."

Her hands ran down my shoulders, rounded my breasts, then slid down my ribs. I shuddered under her gentle touch, my nerves standing on such an edge that the barest graze from her was heaven. And oh, she was so delicate, so careful with the way she touched me. Her hands had the steadiness and exactness of a surgeon, and with the twisted mind of a sadist, who knew what wonderful horrors she could give me? I purred like the bunny I was when her hands ran down my abdomen, and groaned when they rounded the supple curve of my buttocks. She trailed the pads of her fingers over the flesh Elena had abused, and made a disapproving tsk-tsk.

"She was so brutal with you," Master sighed, "she played you like a drum when you are a much more refined instrument. What blasphemy." Leveria squeezed each buttock, and I moaned in pure delight. She pressed herself to me, but barely. Her nipples grazed mine, and her stiff cock prodded my clit gently, but she didn't squish and mold our flesh; she simply hinted at it, and the points of our contact became hypnotic centers of pleasure as she oscillated subtly, rubbing our throbbing erogenous nodes. "No, no, no..." Leveria cooed in my ear, "a creature like you requires the utmost precision and care." She kneaded her fingers into my posterior fat, massaging away all the tension there. I was butter in her hands when she whispered, "You've been neglected for so long, Bunny, but don't worry, I'm here for you now. I know just how to treat you."

"Treat me right, Master." I whimpered.

Leveria chuckled lowly, and spread my cheeks wide open with her gripping hands. The cool air caressed my sweltering nethers as the smell of my hot sex created an intoxicating miasma around us. Leveria sniffed, and creased my ear with a smile. "Oh, you've been waiting so patiently, Bunny," she purred, "it must've been such torture for you not to be touched."

"Yes, Master."

"Do you think you deserve to be rewarded for your patience?" She asked, almost challengingly.

"Y-y-y-yes?" I stuttered.

She chuckled huskily. "Don't try to guess my mind, Bunny; just tell me what you want, and ask nicely."

"Please... please touch me, Master."

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

"In... in my ass."

Leveria giggled, and slid one of her hands down my crack, dividing my pillowing cheeks. Her gloved fingers wrapped around the tailed plug in my anus, and slowly pulled backward, letting my anal ring stretch into a pink membrane of sensation before it birthed the metallic plug. She trailed its filthy tip up the small of my back, along my spine, and around my throat before she brought it to my lips. Before I could taste the decadent filth of my asshole, she pulled it away, and placed it into her own mouth.

"Mmmm..." she hummed as she sucked. Her lips pursed plushy around the exiting chrome cone as she lathered it clean. "It tastes so good. Do you want me to play with your delicious little asshole?" She asked softly.

"Yes, Master!" I pleaded.

Her grin turned wicked. "Much better."

She reached between my legs, and grabbed the spreader bar. With her other hand, she guided me to put my weight on my cuffed hands as she pulled my legs out from underneath me. I was then seated on the bed with my legs splayed out before me, causing the chain that bridged my nipples and clit to go very slack and drape along my belly. Leveria then beckoned me to lie on my back with my hands still bound beneath me. As I eased into a prone position, she used a padlock to secure my handcuffs to my spreader bar, causing the chain to become taut once more until the tension was enough to pluck a note from, which she did. Her exacting finger looped the chain just above my navel, and pulled until I whined in distress.

"There," she whispered with a smile, and wound the excess chain around her finger until it formed a slipknot, keeping the tension just at the point of pain, "that's perfect. Isn't it comfortable, Bunny?"

"Yes, Master!" I groaned, "Thank you, Master!"

"She's enjoying this too much." Elena frowned at Leveria, "I didn't bring you up from the depths of hell to titillate her!"

"You're a barbarian, Angel." Leveria sneered imperiously, "You don't understand the finer points of torture."

"You're missing the point, Devil." Elena growled, "How can she know divine retribution if she's orgasming from her punishment?!"

"She'll never know God's retribution." Leveria said, "Her soul is completely corrupted with sin, Angel. She's just a masochistic little bunny now, purring for me to fuck her ass!"

"I don't believe it." Elena said, and knelt beside me, "There is still something salvageable in her, I know it!" She took my chain from Leveria's hand, and twisted it between her fingers. I squealed in delight, feeling my nipples and clitoris stretch until they were throbbing points.

"Repent, Yavara," Elena commanded softly, "purify yourself with pain; don't sully yourself with it."

"You're only helping me, Angel," Leveria chuckled as her gloved hand caressed me through my petals, lubricating her fingers with my nectar, "your punishment will push Bunny further into my arms."

"It won't," Elena knitted her brow stoically, "I believe in you, Yavara."

"Believe whatever you want, you self-righteous fool." Leveria cooed, and tickled me down the taint with a single treacherous finger. She circled my rim with it, wetting my winking aperture, teasing me. Her eyes danced with amusement as I moaned and groaned, wiggled and twisted to feel her inside me, but she wouldn't give me what I wanted until I blubbered out a wordless plea. Only then did she penetrate me. Her finger pushed easily into my asshole, each knuckle forming a tantalizing gradient as they popped into my gripping aperture. Enema fluid bubbled from the point of penetration and spilled out, filling the air with the debauched smell of comingled scented water and my anal juices. I hissed and whined as she twisted her single finger, then cooed in satisfaction as she added another, and began to stir my insides open.

"Such pleasure you garner from such a filthy hole." Leveria chuckled as I writhed in my captivity, "What a depraved little girl you are, Bunny. You're not supposed to like it here; only sluts like it here."

"I'm a depraved little slut, Master!" I moaned, "I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry?" Leveria giggled, "I love depraved little sluts. It's Angel you should be apologizing to."

I looked into Elena's eyes. She did such a good job of conveying profound disappointment even though her cock was so rigid it was curved backward. "I'm sorry." I mouthed to her.

"As am I, Yavara," Elena sighed softly, "for your pleasured confessional is not repentance. You must repent."

Elena twisted the chain around her fingers, winding the tension tighter, stretching my nipples and clit further. As she did this, Leveria pushed another finger into my favorite hole, and stirred with a slow rotation of her wrist, deforming my insides and gripping rim in a tortuous circle. I squirmed in my helpless position, barely keeping my equanimity as the sensations of pain and pleasure formed a terrible duet inside my body.

"Repent." Elena whispered.

"Come for me." Leveria countered.

"Please!" I cried to both, and they both intensified. The chain became tighter, and Leveria added a third finger. I thrashed in the throes of agony and ecstasy, my hips grinding to my sister's stirring hand, my belly clenching to the spasms of pain shooting between my tortured nodes. My cuffed hands became fists that grasped the spreader bar with white-knuckled intensity, pulling back until only the balls of my feet were pressing into the mattress.

"Repent."

"Come!"

"Oh god!" I blubbered. My nipples were pulled until the piercings were stretched to ovoid cutouts in my flesh, my clit extended like a little cock from its hood, my anus was filled with a fourth finger, and she was rotating and twisting inside me, reaming me until my anal ring was sucking her leather-gloved knuckles in pure delight!