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Frank was not sure what she meant but he was
certain it was not good. He watched the
demoness put her palms together and murmur
beneath her breath. Her hands glowed with pale
light. She touched his cheeks. Bruises, gashes,
and the broken nose miraculously healed within
seconds. Even the index finger she broke earlier
was back to it’s original condition.
“Now I must dress properly for this occasion.”
Zafira opened the armoire beside her bed. She
tossed her leather jacket on the bed and stripped
off her rain-soaked black dress; her beautiful bare
backside was clearly visible to Frank. She bent
over, sorting through the armoire’s bottom
drawer. Frank felt an instinctive twitch in his loins
as he viewed Zafira’s perfectly shaped a-s and
Zafira found what she was looking for.
She sat on the edge of her bed and shucked off
her knee-high boots. She reached into the drawer
for a tangle of black patent leather and small
steel chains. She wrapped a collar around her
neck and donned a patent-leather bustier with an
open bust; her large round t–s protruded
aggressively. The chains acted as shoulder straps
when hooked to the collar. She laced up her
matching thigh-high boots with steel-spiked heels
and paired them with leather gloves that rose
past her elbows. Finally, she secured her long
raven colored hair in a tight ponytail.
Zafira stood. She glanced in a mirror and
marveled at herself. “Ah! Feels good to be back in
this outfit. Been far too long since I’ve tortured a
Frank swallowed hard when he heard the word
‘tortured’. Despite abstractly knowing of his
impending doom, Frank could not help himself —
he sported a painfully-full erection at the sight of
the dangerously sexy Zafira.
Zafira walked back to Frank. She grabbed one of
her bullwhips off the wall and cracked it against
the floor. She wrapped the whip around Frank’s
neck, tightening it around his throat like a noose
while firmly gripping his straining c–k with her
“All your life you’ve been the dominator when it
came to s-x. That’s why you became involved in
the s-x trade in the first place, isn’t it? So you
could act out your sadistic pleasures on helpless
women, yes? Isn’t it strangely ironic how the
roles are now reversed? You will do everything
that I say, when and how I say it, or your death
will be slow and agonizing.”
Zafira stood back a few feet. Frank’s eyes
widened as she uncoiled her whip. With a quick
jerk of her arm and a flick of the wrist the whip
snapped across Frank’s naked chest.
“Oww, f–k!” he screamed. His bare skin beaded
with cold sweat from the savage sting.
Zafira smiled wickedly. Oh, she relished the sound
of his torment! The whip came across his chest
again with a louder crack, followed by an even
louder anguished scream. With each lash Zafira
became more and more aroused, filling the room
with her sweet-smelling pheromones. Each
moment of his anguish was like e—-c pillow talk
to her. She whipped him until his chest was
covered in weeping red welts.
The pain overwhelmed Frank to the verge of
unconsciousness. Zafira held out her hand and
released his bonds, sending Frank tumbling to the
“Come over here,” Zafira demanded.
Frank could barely move. His body stung with
every move he made as he hunched up to his
hands and knees.
“Now!” Zafira shouted as she lashed his back
with the whip.
Frank whimpered as he crawled toward Zafira.
She gently flicked the whip at him; it wrapped
around his neck like a leash. Frank gained a little
speed as Zafira tugged on the whip, choking him
towards her. He stopped at her feet.
“Lick!” she commanded.
Unsure of what exactly she meant, Frank stuck
his tongue out, grazing the toe of her boot.
“Like you love it!” Zafira corrected, pulling on the
Frank licked the toe and sides of both boots with
long full licks. Zafira lifted her right leg, sticking
the steel heel into Frank’s mouth. He s—-d on
her heel enthusiastically; he did not want it
jammed down his throat, or worse.
She lifted her heel from his mouth and slammed it
to the ground. “Very good. Now, higher.”
His tongue ran up the sides of her boots,
occasionally kissing and suckling at the smooth
leather. He continued past her knee, licking her
“Higher,” she jerked.
Frank’s tongue met the bare flesh above Zafira’s
boots. Further up he went, his nose grazing her
demonic nethers. He felt his engorged c–k twitch
as he inhaled her scent heavily, helplessly. She
grabbed his head with a fist full of hair and pulled
To Be Continued