Vindicta Ch. 02 - Bonding

Author's foreword:

I wrote the first part of "Revenge" in January 2023 as my first story ever. Since then, I've delved into other genres, other types of stories, but "Revenge" was the first and I continued writing further episodes.

In December 2023, I published the first episodes on Lit and got a lot of feedback. Reads, votes, some comments, and direct messages. While I was blown away by the way, my work was received, it also became clear what had bothered me about it: "Revenge" was not so much of a story, it was a kind of report - the husk of a story. When you are told, some things become obvious - if you have to figure them out alone, it may take a very long time to understand.

After long exchanges with Djmac1031, I decided to follow his suggestion and rework "Revenge" from scratch. The result is not a new story, but perhaps it could be called "Revenge Remastered." The main content remains the same, but I added a lot of detail to the stories of the characters and background information to transform the old report to a thrilling story. Whether I succeeded, is up to you to decide. I'm looking forward to your feedback.

To provide a clear difference between the old and the new stories, then new version is called "Vindicta", adopting the Latin word for "Revenge". After catching up with the already released "Revenge" parts one to three, I'll continue to rework the others in part never released ones.

@Djmac1031: My deepest thanks for the helpful suggestions and the time you took to edit the reworked stories. Check out Djmac1031's work on Lit, if you like mine, you'll love his!

~~~~~ One ~~~~~

Bonding

February 2023 / Eugene, Oregon, an abandoned factory cellar

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"How dare you?" she exclaimed.

"Well, my parents were killed twenty-four years ago, and I was looking for the most worthy prey deserving my wrath. Guess what: that's you!" I replied.

"I will..." she started.

"...not do anything." I completed her sentence, "You have none of your powers here, and you won't remember anything after returning to your domain."

"Anyway. I've used the best part of my life until now to get you here, now I have to make sure, that I can get you back here on easier terms anytime I want."

"What?" she asked, irritated.

"Enough chit-chat," I said, stepping towards her, and removing some leather utensils from my belt. Throwing her to the ground and pulling her hands to her back, I whipped the wrist straps above her hands and connected the two. I did the same with the ankle straps and her feet.

"I will rip the soul from your body, you worthless piece of shit!" she screamed, wriggling in her bonds.

"Yeah sure." I played unimpressed, pulling a large ball gag out of the box behind me. She was in no position to prevent me from gagging her.

I took a moment to reflect on my situation: "I did it," I thought. "Here she is, and now I'm going to make sure I can control her. Calm down, Jack." Taking a deep breath and exhaling consciously slow, I focussed. "No mistakes! You know what happened to father."

"Two rings to enslave her," I said, pulling out two golden rings covered in runes. "These are the pinnacle of my work. Kept near to your body, they will allow me to call you here upon my will."

Annoyed, she squinted at the runes, a questioning expression on her face.

"The cloaking spell layered over the binding spell is pure genius," I thought. "The cloak will make sure nobody will understand the true purpose of the rings - so she's not going to become suspicious when she's back in hell."

"It took me a while to find a solution for the near-to-your-body requirement, but I've come up with a perfect idea: I'll be piercing them to your nipples."

Her eyes widened in terror. She managed a muffled "Noooooo" through the gag.

"No worries. I have devised a plan, how we can manage professional handiwork despite the rings being nearly twice as thick as the usual nipple-piercing."

Grabbing her red mane, I pulled her over to the gynecologic chair in the corner of the room.

"Let's lose the unneeded clothes." Pulling down her g-string, I exposed her nicely shaven vagina; then went the bra. I let her keep the thigh-high boots and the elbow gloves, though. Nothing is more appealing than an otherwise completely naked woman with these still on. I couldn't help a warm tingling in my groin. After all, she was simply perfect. I could imagine men killing each other for her - and women, too. Shaking my head, I concentrated on the task at hand.

Seating her on the chair, I opened the wrist straps, pulling her arms to the lower sides of the chair's back and reconnecting them behind it again. I opened the ankle straps and put her feet on the leg-rests, using velcros to pin them in place.

Tipping the chair to the back, I put her in a near-lying position with her feet in the air and her legs wide apart. I finished by taking her arms and arcing them under her to put them at a nearly 90-degree angle to her back. I fixed them with a rope and appraised my handiwork: her breasts were pointing upwards in a most beautiful way, her wide-spread legs fully exposed her vagina and allowed her enthralling scent to fill the room.

To my annoyance, my dick twitched. I tried to clear my head by walking around a bit.

Returning to the chair, I said, "Now to the bad news. As the rings are thicker than usual, the piercing needle needs to be a lot thicker, too. This might sting a bit. --- Just kidding, to be honest: this will hurt like hell."

"As we can't have you wriggle around all the time, I had to think of a way to divert your attention from my piercing. We will be making some huge holes and there's not so much flesh to push through."

"This should help a bit." Putting two ropes above and below her breasts and tying them together behind her backrest to pin her upper body to the point.

"To provide enough distraction, I needed this special chair. You might have wondered why your legs are spread wide apart, though I'm going to pierce your nipples..."

"Did you know that electricity is conducted best by liquids?" I presented a metal wand, consisting of ten intersecting metal balls with roughly an inch and a half of diameter. In total, it was 10 inches long. An electric cable was hanging from the end of the piece.

Lubing the ball-dildo heavily, I grinned at her irritated expression, taking my thumb and pointing finger to spread her already exposed butt-cheeks even more, I put the first ball of the dildo softly against her sphincter. Then I commanded: "Brace yourself!"

I pushed the full 10 inches of the dildo in one fluent movement up her ass. She screamed into the ball gag, eyes wide open, while the ten balls went into her, ball by ball, stretching her ring to the limit with a funny flopping noise. Seeing this from so close, I felt an erection building up. "Damn, this is gorgeous," I thought.

"Good. So much for part one. Now to part two." Producing a second metal object, sized and shaped similar to a lemon. Having lubed this one as well, I shoved that piece into her exposed pussy without further explanation. The cold metal sure wasn't feeling too good up there, but this time she didn't give any discomfort away.

Finally, I produced a crocodile clamp with a cable at its end and ordered, "Clench your teeth." exposing her clit with my fingers and snapping the clamp right on it. This time, she screamed audibly - despite the gag.

Continuing my work, I pondered an irritating thought: "Am I a sadist? Inflicting this kind of pain gets me hard as a rock. That's very disturbing." Not for the first time that day, I shook my head.

I fetched an e-stim controller and put it on the table near the chair. Connecting the cable from the ball dildo in her ass to both poles of channel one on the e-stim controller, I connected the dildo in her pussy to one pole on the other channel, completing the setup with the cable from the clamp on this channel's second pole.

"Let me explain, what will happen now: As I told you, I need a distraction for you while piercing. So, I set the two channels to create alternating impulses with varying frequency - this means, you don't know where or when you get shocked, but you will be, roughly every one to every three seconds. The ball dildo in your ass is two-poled - this means it will create a whip-like sensation inside your ass when the current jumps from one half to the other, taking its way through your body."

"The thing in your pussy is single-poled and large, so there will not be very much impact when the current takes its way to the other pole - the little clamp on your clit. This means the current has only one way - directly through your clit, and it concentrates on the small exit point of the clamp. This will feel like a needle being put through there."

Again, she stared at me in utter terror.

"Now. Let's go!" I flicked the switch of the e-stim controller. Seeing her sphincter contracting with the first, low-level impulse, there was no hiding my erection anymore. I had a full-fledged boner. She muttered a bit.

"This is setting 1 of 10; very low stimulation." I increased the level; making her flinch. "This is setting 2. As we're going to inflict a lot of pain on your tits, we need you to be distracted from, I'll set it to 5 now, for good measure." Increasing the level to 5 had her feet shake uncontrollably despite the ties when reaching 3 and 4.

I could virtually see the world explode in her view as soon as the first few impulses hit at 5. She nearly crossed her eyes. I waited a few minutes for her to get used to the excruciating pain, alternately showing in the belly muscles contracting and her butt-cheeks cramping.

This needed to be completed. I knew, I needed to relieve, but still had to wait until the job was done. I grabbed my balls and pressed hard to distract me.

"Now to the piercings." I presented the.164in-piercing-needle to her. "Good thing, you've got the ball gag. Otherwise, you'd be likely biting off your tongue in a minute. To make it easier for you, I'll start with the right breast."

I put the needle just under the nipple and started pushing. It wasn't anywhere as easy as I hoped. I had to wiggle and turn the needle to get it under the nipple. After nearly five minutes of heavy pushing and shoving, I was through. She had gone limp at some time half-way through the process. Her eyes were glassy.

"Well done," I told her, taking the first ring and opening it. I threaded it through the new hole and pressed the two ends together. After uttering a spell, I continued, "The two ends will now be fused. Unfortunately, the ring's getting glowing hot for a minute while fusing. But at least the heat will stop the bleeding."

The ring started glowing, and her skin sizzled a bit where it touched. Knocking her head against her chair, she bit the ball gag like crazy.

"Did I mention that the left breast always hurts more? This is why I have to create an even better diversion." Setting the e-stim controller to seven of ten, I made her focus a lot more on her sore ass and clit.

I didn't wait for her muffled screaming to subside and continued with the second piercing, like with the first one before. The fusion made her faint this time. A few seconds later, her eyes opened again.

When I was removing the clit-clamp and the pussy-dildo, I noticed that they were covered in cum. "Wow, what a beautiful mess you've created. We have a real pain-slut here! This will get you a price."

I left the ball dildo up her ass doing its work and sat across her belly with my back to her face.

There are vibes, essentially an electric toothbrush, featuring a head without the brush. In this case, I used the real thing - a typical electric toothbrush. Starting to attack her clit with the brush made her wince uncontrollably. I kept it in place until I had made her cum two more times.

I got off her and unceremoniously pulled the ball dildo out of her ass after disconnecting it from the controller. She winced.

"My turn!"

As her backdoor was gaped wide, I didn't have to force my entry. I just slipped in and started pumping.

"Damn, I'm fucking a demon," I thought. Having held back for so long made me reach my edge within a few minutes of heavy shoving and pushing. I came into her tunnel and filled it with my load. I looked for discomfort or disgust in her face, but all I found was a satisfied, sly grin.

Shaking the disturbing view, I said, "There. This was a nice session. I'm looking forward to the next one."

"As I told you before: you will not remember anything. So, you'll be quite irritated about the piercings when you get back." I removed the bonds and the ball gag.

"I will kill you so very slowly..." she started to threaten, her voice disappearing along with her body into thin air when I finalized the spell, I had prepared.

~~~~~ Two ~~~~~

Dementia?

March 2023 / Hell - outside this plane of existence

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Drenvynia woke up on the bed in her chamber and sat bolt upright.

"What the fuck?!" she hissed when her head started swirling. She felt dizzy and weak. Taking a deep breath, she put her feet on the ground and slowly rose. The dizziness was gone, her strength had returned. She shook her head dismissively.

Walking out of her door, she chose the way towards the meeting hall - and ran into Samira.

"Hey, Vin! What's up?" the other Succubus asked.

She was of similar beauty as Drenvynia herself, but looked entirely different. She had an Asian touch and a petite frame, the only similarities were the two little horns, the wings and - of course - the tail.

"I was just heading to the master. He asked me to meet him for a new assignment. How's it going with you?"

"I've just returned from a run. Quite successful, I think. I was heading to accounting to check the results."

Samira looked at Drenvynia's boobs. "Wow! These are new. They're gorgeous - didn't know, you were into piercings. That must have really hurt..."

Drenvynia looked down and took a second to find the words. "Sure, just had them done. You like them?"

She didn't have the slightest idea where the rings came from. "Damn, I thought I can't get old here," she thought. "Am I developing dementia? But on second thought: they're really gorgeous. And, indeed - this must have hurt excessively - perhaps it's better I don't remember anything of the piercing process."

They said goodbye and Drenvynia went to the Master. He had a new target for her: a priest had incited his community to force outsiders to join them.

"Sounds like fun. I'm on my way," she had answered.

"By the way. I'd like to play with these later." Satan had a sly grin on his face and his eyes focussed on the rings.

"Of course, my Master. I'm looking forward to it." She bowed deep; then she disappeared into thin air.

~~~~~ Three ~~~~~

The Children of God

March 2023 / Kansas, near Ulysses

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When the night fell, she was sitting naked on a bed in a motel on road 50 and had been planning her move against the priest. She sat upright, her back against the wall, and had some newspapers spread around her. Absent-minded, she played with her clit while reading. A familiar heat was rising in her groin, so she swiped away the newspapers and put the lights out. Closing her eyes, she spread her legs wide and started to seriously work on her clit.

"Satan's libido enhancers are heavy duty," she thought. "I'm fucking daily and am still horny most of the time."

She used her other hand to carefully explore the inexplicable nipple piercings. The distraction of the thought about their origin was blown away instantly. She noticed, that even the lightest touch of the rings caused arousal nearly comparable to touching her clit. After a minute, her pussy was already oozing wetness, and she felt the familiar buildup in her groin. She continued slowly experimenting with the rings for several minutes. To her utter surprise, the slight pulling on the ring she had just tried, pushed her over the nearing edge and she came violently. She sped up the massage on her clit and played with the piercing while her climax continued with unknown ferocity. After long minutes, it finally subsided.

"Damn, I need new sheets on this bed," she thought. "That was extraordinary. I hope I'm not getting used to this stimulus."

~~~~~ Four ~~~~~

Rapist Hillbillies

March 2023 / Kansas, near Ulysses

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Drenvynia had observed them for some time and now had a good picture, what was going on in this community. Father Matthias was the leader and had a pretty funny understanding of catholic religion. Like most of the charlatans, people tend to follow in droves, he was charismatic, a pathological liar and a sneaky scumbag. He used religion as a front to transport his wishes without having to bother with explaining why they existed or needed to be executed. That's what he had in common with many others.

In his case, however, he was particularly ruthless in ignoring parts of religion that did not suit his purposes.

His rules were the classic "women are inferior and have to abide to men's bidding"-bullshit, but in his case the sexuality-topic had been distorted to an abomination: Women were fair game for everybody when it came to procreation.

He controlled the local police, so he didn't have very much to fear.

Drenvynia decided she had to meet Matthias. She planned to 'arrange' a meeting when he went to the local pub. During her observations, she had found out that he went there nearly daily.

Walking into the pub, she looked around. Heads turned. She'd put on skin-tight black leather trousers, a black belly-free tank-top complemented by a matching cowboy-vest. Heavy boots and some silver jewelry gave her look the perfect finish. Her lipstick bright-red, her fiery hair bound into a tight plait made her a sight not to be missed.

Occasional appreciating whistles accompanied her, while she walked to the bar. She hadn't even reached it, when she heard a voice addressing her: "That's a quite risky outfit for a faithful community like ours!"

She turned her head and looked the speaker directly in the eyes. It was Matthias. "Says who?" she replied.

"Matthias Carpenter's the name, I'm God's representative here; I'm the priest of the Children of God."

With a disparaging laugh, she answered, "I'm sure you are."

"I don't want to appear intrusive, but this kind of clothing could raise the interest of the wrong people."

"I see, would you be ready to protect me, Father?" she asked teasingly.

"That's my job. Of course," he replied, winking at her with an inviting smile.

She turned on her heel. On her way out, she looked back at him. "See you outside."

Soon they met outside the bar, and he showed her the way to a small house near the church. Unlocking the door, he asked her in. He offered her a drink and she accepted. He led her to the living room and started rummaging around in a small bar cupboard.

Even she didn't see it coming: With his arm stretched out, he whirled around, and his flat hand hit her with such force right in the face, that she was swept off her feet.

"Fuck!" she thought. "Bloody bastard!"

Her powers prevented her from being significantly impaired, but she decided to play along. She held her cheek and sobbed: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Dirty whore!" he spat. "I'll show you how we deal with whores here."

He kicked her in the stomach. She instinctively flexed her muscles; on impact, she knew that the blow would have broken several ribs if she were still human.

He pounced on her and pushed her face-down to the floor. A moment later, he had bound her hands behind her back with the rope he had taken from the cupboard.

"You won't get away with this," she hissed at him, spitting out.