David decides to stay, to watch, to see her squirm. Unrolling his sleeves, slipping his jacket back on, he leans against the arm of the couch.
She lifts her head, blinking, regarding the men in front of her. She was still on the edge of orgasm, still turned on. But fear was slowly creeping up on her. Laying her head back down, she starts to slip inside herself. Concentrating on breathing, she supposes the whips will be next.
“Lawrence, I have her warmed up. Shes easily able to handle youtr pins now, I believe.”
“Thank you, David.”
Lawrence gets up, and walks over to the armoir. Bending his knees, he slides open the bottom drawer. Pulling out a large bag of clothespins, he walks over to the bed.
Kneeling at the bed, petting her hair, running his hand along her neck, he begins talking to her in a low, hushed, gentle voice.
“Sophia, this is going to start out slow, even pleasurable. But, I will not cease, nor stop, no matter how much you cry, or beg. I want you to breathe. Relax. Dont move too much. I want you to roll with the pinch, the bite of the pain. Take it, make it yours. Of course, when Im through with you, it wont be yours anymore. There is something I need you to do.”
Handing her eight clothespins, and a slim strip of leather, he watches her for reactions.
She sits up, taking the pins and leather strip. She instinctively knows that this will cause much pain. Searing pain that she wont be able to control. She slides one pin through, knotting the leather at the base, trying to do it quickly.
“How do you suppose she will handle that?” Alex is watching her with a look of curiosity. “Of course, Ive never used one, nor have I ever seen it used on anybody. Should be intense. Lawrence, let her hold it until you are ready for it.”
With the zipper finished, she tries to hand it to Lawrence. He takes it, but attatches it to her collar.
“Now, lay down on your back. Spread your legs wide. I want nothing hid from me.”
She lays herself down, arching her back, stretching out her shoulders. She begins a mantra in her mind,
“One, one, one. Two, two, two. Three, three, three…”, until she reaches ten, and she counts over.
Lawerence is standing over her, still petting her, still trying to get her completely at ease. He opens the bag of pins, and dumps them all over her. She lets out a small gasp, which brings a smile to his face.
He then takes a lighter out of his pocket. Walking over to the table, he lights the candle, and turns out the light.
While he brushes the pins off her stomach, she closes her eyes, and wimpers. Lawrence attatches a pin to her left nipple,, and three around it. Going to the right nipple, he flicks it with his index finger. Placing three pins there as well, he sets the timer on his watch. Thirty Minutes.
Moving quickly, he clamps her belly button., four pins set. He sees her beginning to tremble, so his hand moves to the three pins, and taps them.
She begins to moan quietly, pulling her shoulders back. He taps the other three, and she tries to sink into the bed.
Kneeling inside her spread legs, he sinks a finger deep inside of her. She soaks his hand right away. This was what he was looking for.
Leaning over her, he smears his finger across her parted lips. He then taps again the placed clamps, and her swollen clit, causing her to jump.
Grabbing one side of her labia, pinching it hard, he places three pins, and repeats on the other side.
He then sinks two fingers, spreads them inside. She is writhing under him, an orgasm rocking through her toes, to her open glazed over eyes. He lets her have this, while he begins to flick off the pins around her belly button. This causes her to pull up, crying out. He rapidly flicks the clamps off her heaving breasts. She cries out, wiggling under the rushing blood flow. Tears fall, as theres pain coming from different directions.
He places his hand between Sophias breasts, caressing her, trying to control her rapid heartbeat.
He slowly taps the pins on her labia. Theyre wet, but theyre well placed. He pulls those off slowly. She is squirming, sweating. Seeing her wet face, in the flickering light, Lawrence grabs the zipper off her collar and whispers in her ear,
“You are beautiful Sophia. Stunning, bruised, marked, and beautiful. Dont hold this back.”
He is back between her legs. Rubbing her inner thigh roughly, giving her a quick massage, he places the eight pin zipper close to the labia, going down, about half way, almost to her knee.
She begins to hyperventilate. She tries to bring her leg up, but he forces it back down. Hes tugging on the end of the zipper, causing her to cry out, gasping, writhing.
She clenches her eyes shut. She is not going to beg. She never has, she never will. She can gladly cry, shes capable of controlled orgasms. But, she will not beg to stop.
Its clear to Lawrence , now, that her will is strong as it was to begin with. So he places eight seperate pins on her other thigh.
She again tries to lift her legs, but he forces them down. He places his hands on her knees, kneading the skin outside of them.
Shes trying to get back into her mantra. She keeps losing her place around four. She starts shedding genuine tears. But she does not ask him to stop.
He pulls the zipper, popping it off her leg, and flicks the other pins off. She sits straight up, fisting the sheets,. lets out a scream. Eyes red, puffy, holding herself off the bed, weak, dizzy.
Tears are still falling as he massages her tender legs.
“Pick up the pins, Sophia.”
She tries to kneel, but shes too wobbly. She tries to roll over, but shes still weak. Looking into Lawrences silver eyes, shes searching for concern, but theres none.
Laying back down, throwing an arm over her eyes, legs still spread, she chokes out the words,
“I cant”
“I know. I just wanted you to admit it out loud to yourself. Remember those words, love.”
He kisses her on the cheek, picks up the pins, and the zipper. He puts the zipper on the table, and the pins back in the bag. He flips the light back on, and blows out the candle.
Everyone now can see her bruised body.
