The Corruption
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Category:
+S to Z › Wallflower
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,553
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Wallflower, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Corruption
The Wallflower
Disclaimer(again): As you might have guessed, I don’t own this series. It’s the property of Tomoko Hayakawa and DELREY books
The Corrupted
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
His cries echoed through the hollowed chamber along with the cracking whip. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the cries, but he’s still unable to stop the agonized grunts. His back is on fire, burning, stinging as blood and sweat mingle in the welts and small wound.
She knew how to wield the whip, expertly, so as to give the most pain without too much damage. She relished his cries and reveled in his humiliation.
CRACK!
“Aaaagggh!” he finally cried, flinching from the whip. The pain. Oh, the pain was….exquisite. He wanted more. So he did the one thing that was sure to get him all the pain and humiliation he wanted.
“S-stop…no…no more….please.” He begged, panting, his voice raspy from his screams. He hung from his restraints limply. The chains holding him suspended in the middle of the dungeon.
“Tsk. Tsk. Now I know you don’t want that.” A low husky voice came from somewhere off to his side. He didn’t turn just hung his head, hiding his face.
He was happy; his master was there too. Oh the pleasure he would get from this encounter.
The clicking of heel alerted him to the fact that his mistress was coming. Their leather-clad feet were now in his line of vision. He felt a shiver go down his spine as his mistress soft hand caressed his cheek then gripped his chin firmly to lift his head.
He took in the beauty of his tormentors and lovers. His master in a black leather vest, exposing his leanly muscular chest, and leather biker pants and boots. His mistress a vision in crimson leather bra and thong with matching spike collar, and thigh hi Dom boots. He admired them both; they were so strong and cool.
He saw her gaze into his face, her expression showing rapture in his pain. He wanted to give her more pleasure, so he allowed tears to trickle down his cheeks onto her hand.
“Please…please.” He whimpered.
“Don’t worry, there’s still more to come.” Her voice purred to him and he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
“My dear little….Yuki.”
So? Whatcha think. I love build-ups. It makes the story just so much more interesting.
I know this hasn’t been done yet but with all the other kinky Wallflower stories I couldn’t resist making this little fic.
Anyway the next chappie is the beginning. And then I’ll finish this torture-riffic story.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy and review.
Disclaimer(again): As you might have guessed, I don’t own this series. It’s the property of Tomoko Hayakawa and DELREY books
The Corrupted
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
CRACK!
“Aaaah!”
His cries echoed through the hollowed chamber along with the cracking whip. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the cries, but he’s still unable to stop the agonized grunts. His back is on fire, burning, stinging as blood and sweat mingle in the welts and small wound.
She knew how to wield the whip, expertly, so as to give the most pain without too much damage. She relished his cries and reveled in his humiliation.
CRACK!
“Aaaagggh!” he finally cried, flinching from the whip. The pain. Oh, the pain was….exquisite. He wanted more. So he did the one thing that was sure to get him all the pain and humiliation he wanted.
“S-stop…no…no more….please.” He begged, panting, his voice raspy from his screams. He hung from his restraints limply. The chains holding him suspended in the middle of the dungeon.
“Tsk. Tsk. Now I know you don’t want that.” A low husky voice came from somewhere off to his side. He didn’t turn just hung his head, hiding his face.
He was happy; his master was there too. Oh the pleasure he would get from this encounter.
The clicking of heel alerted him to the fact that his mistress was coming. Their leather-clad feet were now in his line of vision. He felt a shiver go down his spine as his mistress soft hand caressed his cheek then gripped his chin firmly to lift his head.
He took in the beauty of his tormentors and lovers. His master in a black leather vest, exposing his leanly muscular chest, and leather biker pants and boots. His mistress a vision in crimson leather bra and thong with matching spike collar, and thigh hi Dom boots. He admired them both; they were so strong and cool.
He saw her gaze into his face, her expression showing rapture in his pain. He wanted to give her more pleasure, so he allowed tears to trickle down his cheeks onto her hand.
“Please…please.” He whimpered.
“Don’t worry, there’s still more to come.” Her voice purred to him and he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
“My dear little….Yuki.”
So? Whatcha think. I love build-ups. It makes the story just so much more interesting.
I know this hasn’t been done yet but with all the other kinky Wallflower stories I couldn’t resist making this little fic.
Anyway the next chappie is the beginning. And then I’ll finish this torture-riffic story.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy and review.