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Torture (sexual)

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Torturing Talra

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Chirmaya Nashaar

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Avere smirked, the slave before her laid out on the torture rack. So pretty... So sweet... And she was going to scream for her.

"Master said I can do anything I like with you," the feline whispered silkily, letting the tip of her tail run across and up under the bird's beak, tilting her head up. "But I'm going to draw this out, make it last. I hope you don't have much to do tomorrow..."

Of course, the avian slave had a full day of work the following day and not much time to rest in-between. Talra moaned, her eyes falling half-closed, her heart torn between serving, fulfilling her duties as a slave, and the bone-heavy tiredness that had crept up on her without her even knowing. Her holes ached, having already been fucked by her master and his friends that day, but the naked feline with a hard-on seemed to have something more in mind for her, even then.

Strung out on the bondage table, she heaved for breath, her breasts rising with every gasp. As always, she was naked, the slave rarely offered clothing unless it was for a sexual purpose. She had a feeling that the cat wouldn't have any clothes on her that day, for it would not be needed, already a toy to be used as Avere pleased.

A pretty toy for Avere... She shivered, trying to hide, the feline's sharp teeth catching the light, striking fear into her heart. Avere had already taken her against her will, quite roughly, rudely, furiously... But she was a slave - was anything ever against her will?

Talra didn't know. She couldn't know. Not as the feline ran her claws up her legs, drawing blood, the bird squawking and trying to hold onto herself, not to shake too much. Though she still didn't know what that meant for her...

"Pretty slut..." Avere purred, grasping her pussy, driving a finger into her and jabbing her claw into the bird's sensitive inner walls. "You're not going to know what's hit you. Tonight, you are mine. Until I'm done with you."

She grinned, gripping the bird too hard, twisting, yanking, raking her claws down, the tang of blood colouring the air. She licked her lips, adoring the fear of the bird, but there was a show to get on with.

Her cock would have to wait to take that shard of pleasure for herself, when the bird slave was well and truly broken. Until then, she lusted, longing for the bird's body, setting out her tools on the table.

Her prey was spreadeagled, her arms above her head and feet stretched out, a treat to be devoured. Talra was denied the opportunity to close her legs and hide her sex, though that might well have been something that she wanted to do, to hide away, to beg for mercy, especially as the feline extended the first clothespin to her pussy.

Squeezing, she opened it, not letting Talra see what she was doing.

SNAP!

Talra screamed, Avere's eyes glittering, but she treated the bird's body as if she was an inanimate object, nothing more than a toy. The screams were merely background noise to her, humming a tune under her breath, taking her joy in sadistic pleasure.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

She didn't have to be as aggressive with the rest of the clothespins as she snapped them onto the bird's labia, separating her folds, though Talra's pussy still gleamed with moisture. Avere would not have said it was arousal, merely just one way that her body reacted to all her training, thinking that that was what it needed to do after everything, though Avere didn't care. Talra could react however she damn well pleased: the feline would have her way with her one way or another.

Six pins. Talra's chest heaved, cheeks streaked with tears, though the bird was shocked by how her body responded, the pain. Surely she had been through worse as a slave? She was there to serve, after all, she had to take pain... And yet there was something worse, something that twisted her gut, an ache there, moaning, trying to turn her head away.

"All decorated for me, little slave..."

She shivered, trying to take her mind away from the feline's claws digging in, raking up her body. The bird sucked in a breath, chest rising, but Avere grasped her tits roughly, finding her nipples and twisting both at once, her claws digging in. Although her breath ripped from her in a scream, Talra didn't feel the trickle of blood, light and not enough to leave a permanent mark, but more than enough to show the violence between Avere's grasp.

The feline laughed, dragging the avian up so that her back bowed up from the table, straining, blood marking her pretty, yellow feathers. Of course, there was not much room for the bird to move, but the feline tired of that play quickly, dropping back with a thunk, heaving, sobbing, not knowing what to do, if she was already broken, a sick feeling in her gut.

Another clothespin came, snapping onto her nipple, but it was not as vicious as the ones on her pussy, blood forced from the points at which the pins clamped down. She didn't yet know what would happen when they were removed, but the bird did not think that relief would come. Torture rarely brought any relief, not even when it was all done, leaving her curled up into herself, wishing for the pain to end, for the day to come, for her to go back to her normal duties of serving.

Life was not simple, after all, for any kind of slave, much less her, the master's favourite, the one who had to be trained in every single aspect of servitude. He wanted her to be perfect - and so that was what she had to be for him, even if he tossed her out to the head of his guards to have her way with her.

Avere snarled, grasping her tits, adding to her job, clothespins on both the slave's nipples. Oh, it was beautiful how her chest heaved, the fear in her eyes, how she tried not to look but she still had to see, still had to pay attention, in some small way, to what was happening to her body.

The clothespins ringed the bird's breasts, her breath catching more and more, sweat permeating the air as it soaked the feathers under her arms, around her groin. Avere smirked, making sure the clothespins were even, squeezing them a little, playing with them and flicking them, all to hear her pained moans. She could have gagged Talra, but that would have taken something from it that Avere wanted to keep in.

Oh, the pain... It throbbed, it burned and it bit like the teeth of a predator. Talra squeezed her eyes closed, though she could not even take her mind away from it, blood throbbing, her body screaming where it felt like the fangs of the beast itself were sinking into her. There was blood, something she could scent through the nares on her beak, what were nostrils for a bird, but she tried not to breathe too deeply, being that birds did not take too much from scent and more from sight.

That didn't help, not as her shoulders ached, straining against her bondage, blinking at the mess of clothespins dotting. She didn't even look like a bird anymore, her body aching, straining, blistering through with pain. The feline above her, so lean, so dominating, ran a chain through a hole on each clothespin, though Talra didn't pretend to know what she was doing, trying with all her weak might to keep her breathing as slow and as even as possible.

Every clothespin was linked with a long chain, fine enough to pass through the hole, the end bundled up in Avere's wicked paw. It was only the start of what was to come as she snarled, showing her teeth, her grey tail lashing the air as if to strike it, but there was so much more still that she had to take.

Time to relieve her need, however, climbing agilely up on the table, demonstrating her limberness, hair pushed back from her shoulders. It didn't matter to her that the bird was unwilling, even if she was trained, for she would have most likely still stayed in place even if she had not been bound.

Avere scoffed. Slaves. The bird would not interest her for long, but torturing her a few times, yes... Yes, that could be pleasant, could be a challenge, a passing entertainment until she deemed the avian had nothing more to give her.

Talra grunted, clamping her beak down, as Avere slid into her, her length penetrating her deeply. That was not what the problem was - she was well used to taking all manner of dicks into her pussy - but the clothespins. They rattled and pulled and tugged, bringing biting flushes of pain to her body. It was all her mind could lock onto, the hardness of the table bearing up against her back, the lighting dim, though it was nowhere near like the kind of atmosphere where she could slip away into unconsciousness.

She wished... But it locked her into the present, every breath coming with a stab of pain, heaving, panting, hating how her breaths moved the clothespins. She often was able to take pleasure from sexual acts, particularly servitude, yet there was none when it came to the sexual torture, her labia burning, aching, her guts twisting and roiling.

Fear clawed at her, begging her to run, to fight, to do anything at all that could get her out of it - but some reactions of Talra's body were still not to be contained, to be controlled. She grunted and bore through it, swallowing her moans, her groans, the pain wanting to be given a voice.

Yet the bird did not hold any of it back because she wanted to be strong, but because there was still a big part of her that ached to please, to serve. She didn't think Avere wanted her to be howling and moaning and begging - so she didn't do it.

The feline snarled, eyes bright with desire, her cock wet, sinking deep, but the greatest moment was still to come. Pressing her body down close to the bird's, she slammed in, breaking her, furious for her, straining deeper and deeper, though the chain, oh, the chain. That would be the crème de la crème of everything, even if Talra would not be harmed permanently, her body hunching over, wanting to take everything in, to see everything, the horror in her face crossed with pain that the bird couldn't hold back.

Closer and closer... She ground and slammed, waves of pleasure arcing beautifully through her, tail lifted. Yet her pride was there, wanting the best moment, for she had so many further plans for the bird still, craving it, sickened for it, perhaps even intoxicated by it.

Maybe she could get used to torture... Delivering it to any slaves that their master requested her to - in addition to her guard duties of course.

Yet it was at the point of orgasm, where her body tipped over the edge, that she yanked the chain, ripping every single clothespin, around the bird's breasts first and then down to her naked cunt, free. They popped loose, one by one, Talra's scream cutting through the air, filling the room - but there was no one there to hear her. There was no one there to save the avian as tears flooded her pretty face and the blood rushing back to the spots where the pins had clamped forced lancing, pricking pain into her body. No one cared about the slave, not as Avere unloaded her balls inside her, spilling her seed with a feral, devious grin and lash of her tail.

Talra sobbed and heaved, wheezing with every breath. There was no escape.