Into the Darkness

Casey sits strapped in the dental chair. Her wrists and ankles are buckled down tight, leaving her open and still. A thick leather hood wraps her head and pins her to the headrest, so even her jaw can’t move. The first strike of the flogger lands across her pale tits and the color blooms fast. Soon the whole front of her is a hot, stinging red. Clothespins snap onto her nipples, her stomach, her inner thighs—dozens of them—each one wired to a single release cord that runs to the foot pedal. One press and every pin rips off at once. The sharp crack of wood and skin fills the room before she can even scream. Next the scene shifts to a cruel hogtie. Thick rope pulls her wrists to her ankles behind her back, arching her spine until her shoulder blades nearly touch. The strain shows in every trembling muscle. Sweat slides down her sides. She fights to breathe, to stay conscious, but the tie never eases and her body finally gives out; the ropes slacken only when the crew steps in to cut her free. The final setup is the new vampire trap. Sharp wooden stakes angle upward beneath her so any shift drives the points harder into her flesh. Her arms are locked wide, her legs spread and pinned; every breath presses her weight onto the spikes. The Pope taps the base of each stake with a rubber mallet, sending fresh jolts of pain through already exhausted nerves. Casey can’t twitch, can’t cry out, can’t escape. She’s fucked and she knows it.