I tossed Melony onto the floor onto her chest. Her abused breasts softened her fall, but I wasn't done with her. I thought it was a shame that I couldn't train Melony to be a good slave but instead break her completely to ensure she gives me the correct information. I pulled Melony over to the pillory and forced her into place with little effort. Melony was too busy coughing and recovering from my abuse to fight back properly.
Seconds later, I locked her in place, making it impossible for her to escape. The blush on her face deepened, and I moved to replace the gloves I was wearing. Slipping on new gloves after removing the old ones, I looked at her pussy which was slightly swollen. Her asshole was gaping, and I could feel it was hungry for cock.
Melony wasn't begging to be fucked, which spoke just how much willpower the woman had. I didn't have a clue where it came from either or why she had so much loyalty to the man I fought with. Although with a second thought, I knew the man wouldn't have backed down if he knew she was still alive. The man wasn't leaving without looking inside my warehouse. But none of that mattered now as Melony finished recovering her breath from the kick to her stomach.
I grabbed a long metal vibrator now, and I grabbed the lube as doing damage to her internal wasn't what I was looking for. That would be for later as I took the thick rod and layered the lube over it. Then without warning, I arrived behind Melony, shoved the long ten-inch rod into her ass, and activated it.
"Ah!" Melony gasped in surprise, moaning slightly afterward as the vibration started. She may be stopping herself from begging me to fuck her tight cunt, but she couldn't stop herself from the pleasure.
I wasn't done with her as I walked and grabbed hooks from drawers and strings. I got the hooks ready with string and moved to Melony's side. Without saying anything, the hooks cut into her body, making her scream as I penetrated her bruised breasts with the hooks. Fresh blood leaked out, and Melony screamed as I wrapped the hook around the pillory and pulled it tight, stretching her skin painfully before I brought it back and hooked the other side into her breast. I wasn't done with one or two hooks. Instead, I tortured her breasts, putting on more and more strings of hooks, tightly pulling her breasts till there were forty hooks in her breasts, pulling them in different directions.
To top it all off, I grabbed a weight and used the pricing through her nipples before using attaching a vibrator to it. A scream from her mouth erupted as the vibrations moved the hooks throughout her breasts. The pain was blinding to her, and I watched, showing the same sadistic smile I had since it started.
I stopped and looked at Melony, forcing her to look at my face, showing her the same smile that had not changed the entire time. Her expression changed, and her screams stopped as she gazed at my face, and I saw her shiver with goosebumps popping up on her skin. I didn't change my expression in the least, and I stood tall while looking her over. I reached out to grab Sophia's knife and squatted in front of her.
I brought the knife to her face and scraped the knife down her face to let her feel the sharpness of the blade. A collection of dead skin cells piled on the knife as I finished bringing it down her cheek. I brought the knife down and did two simple swipes on my leg, cleaning it from the dead skin. Without a word, I placed the knife aside while the other hand smacked her hard across the face. It was a calculated hit making sure that it hurt badly without breaking her teeth or jaw. That would come later.
Melony coughed, "What do you really want!" She cried out suddenly, and I ignored her as I moved away from her, grabbing something that I knew she would enjoy. I grabbed a hook and a little sting to attach a vibrator too. I went behind her and squatted, looking at the pretty pink wet pussy in front of me now. My gloved finger pressed against the clitoral hood, and after a couple of seconds of coaxing the clit out, I heard a shaky voice. "What are you doing?" Melony said, worry lacing her voice. "No," She said as I brought the hook up to her clit. "Please, Not that! Please!" Melony began to beg for the first time. "NOT THAT!" She begged as I chose the spot. Then I pushed through, making her scream in pain as I pierced her clit through with the hook, and I dropped the vibrator after injecting it with energy.
Her scream got louder, and I stood up. "YOU'RE A BEAST!" Melony scream. "YOU ARE A FUCKING BEAST!"
Whatever Melony thought, her screams only fueled my desire. My pussy was dripping wet, and I suspected with minimal touching time, I would cum. But my desire wasn't up at this moment. I needed to get things finished and learn what I needed to know from her. Her willpower was in the way, and I opened a drawer I had for these things.
I pulled out some thin wood triangles that were meant not for pleasure and not even for a pain slut like Stacy. These were for torturing information out of others. I grabbed them and put them on the cart before moving them over to the pillory just out of Melony's sight as she began to cry. I opened and left the room temporarily to grab a chair and close things up, bringing the chair in front of Melony. I put it on the spot right in front of her vision and stepped a way for a moment to watch her. I left her alone for twenty minutes.
Nothing happened, and the sharp pain before Melony's body began to adapt to it. As the pain dulled, I didn't move; I just watched her silently as she cried. I didn't know if she knew I was here or not, but tears fell to the floor as her clit was stimulated and her breasts shook, deepening the hooks in her abused breasts. It was time to do a little questioning.
If this failed, I would have to go to stage three, and I didn't want to go to stage three. Stage three started to get into the subtleties of torture, and it was easy to start messing up her memory if I went that way. I shook my head silently and moved to sit in front of her. Melony instantly stopped crying, although her eyes were red. I showed her the same smile that hadn't changed once, and I watched her silently without saying anything.
Melony tried to start a staring contest, but I watched her deal with the slightly pleasurable pain she would feel. That gel was scary, and I loved what it could do. She couldn't help but feel the pleasure through the torture, which was another part of the mental torture for someone with willpower.
I let an hour pass, just showing her the same sadistic smile that never changed or flinched this entire time since I first showed it to her. "You are a crazy beast," Melony said as I sat there for an hour. "Look at you smiling like a fucking lunatic. Saying nothing. I will tell you that you are a dead beast. I will spit and piss on your grave. No, I will shit on it and throw you into the river to rot. You are a fucking beast."
Her words meant nothing as she was nothing anymore. Her attitude would change because I would make it change. My patience was on full display to her as I smiled without moving. "Are you a fucking doll?!" She cried. "You're a fucking MONSTER!" She screamed at me.
I let another hour pass before I leaned forward, "Melony," I said, finally breaking my silence. Melony flinched from the words alone, and her fear showed for a moment before she tried to school her expression back to normal. "I will ask you something, and if you get it wrong, then I will make you hurt," I told her while showing her that same smile. "Do you understand what I am saying?" I asked her.
Melony glared at me while she was left with a dull pain on her pussy and breasts while giving pleasure while her ass vibrated with pleasure the entire time. None of it, however, was enough to bring her to the edge, let alone an orgasm. Melony was trying to show patience when I suddenly slapped her face with calculated force on the opposite cheek from last time.
Pain flashed across her face, and I waited for her to respond. My hand lashed out, and I waited; although I didn't have a lot of time, showing my lack of time would only fuel her resistance. Time lapsed as she revolted against being quiet, and I would slap her at increasingly short intervals.
"FUCK YOU, I UNDERSTAND, YOU BITCH!" Melony screamed, "YOU ARE A FUCKING BEAST!" She lashed out, and I lightly slapped her face as if telling her good job while showing that same unmoving smile.
Then I reached out and grabbed a wood triangle, and I showed her this block while leaning back in the chair. "All the pain you have felt, Melony, has been your own fault. You could have told me what you knew, and I would have been soft on you. Super soft on you and had some fun, and you would have regained some freedom." I told her to place the blame for her current situation on her. "Now, I have to do this." I reached out to her bound hands, and she tried to make her hands fists. With energy, she failed to stop me from extending a finger. "Did you know that the reason for us feeling pain, pleasure, Hot and cold are due to nerves?" I asked her, uncaring, if she understood as she tried to fight her finger out of my hand. "Some places in our hands have more nerve endings than others. One of them being the fingers," I told her.
"FUCK YOU, BEAST!" She screamed as I took the wooden triangle and placed it under her fingernail.
"The fingernail on humans have a lot of nerve endings on the tip of their fingers. Interesting, isn't it?" I asked her as I used my free hand to ready the hammer while my other hand held everything in place. I didn't say anything else, and I smashed the triangle down the base of her fingernail, making her scream in pain.
Blood pooled, and her scream was loud yet growing horse from overuse. I slowly put the small hammer aside, and I forced a finger to extend before lining up the wooden triangle under her fingernail. "So, Melony, I will ask a question, and if I believe you, I will not hurt you. If you say something I don't believe or know is wrong, I will make you feel more pain." I said, laying out rules before returning to that same sadistic smile, "Now, What is your name?" I asked.
Melony looked at me, and I saw the fear on her face. She probably tried hiding it for so long, but the new question was against her predictions. Melony paused; the look of apprehension with tears in her eyes made my pussy so moist that I would need serious relief after this was all over. Still, I kept my composure, and I picked up the mallet I set aside, and her fear grew along with the dampness of my pussy.
"I am Missa," Melony replied, and a second afterward, I hit the mallet against the triangle forcing the fingernail to lift and a large layer of skin to come with it from the impact. Wood drove into her finger, and I pulled out the wood and grabbed the next finger.
Her scream echoed in the room, and I set up the next finger, "Say something, I believe Melony," I told her, "What is your name?"
"M-Melony," Melony stuttered out, and I didn't react in any way. I didn't praise her or scold her; I just watched her for several moments.
Melony cried, the pain finally getting to her, and I wondered if she was acting broken. It didn't matter as it was progress, so I continued, "What was your occupation?" I asked.
"I am the managing director of a couple of slaving teams in the city," She said with fat tears rolling down her eyes. "Please, Just let me go," Melony cried.
Melony was rapidly changing her stance, and that was a bit off kilter, and I watched her silently again. "How many slaves did you capture in a week?" I asked her lightly while watching her.
"About ten to fifteen a week," Melony sobbed, "Mostly debt collections, although we also have a team that would head into the Beast-kin Nation to collect beasts to be slaves. They would bring back a couple of carts if they were lucky. Usually, a tribe of a species has small villages that are easy to capture a bunch of Beasts. So they would bring back around fifty slaves, at least sometimes more and if very lucky over a hundred." She explained.
That sounded right for slavers, and so I watched her unblinking and showing her the same smile without responding. Her fear grew, and before I asked, "How often are you ordered to or commissioned to gather slaves here in the Empire?"
My hand still forcefully held her hand, finger extended with the wood, ready to lift the next fingernail. Blood continued to drip from the other fingers, and tears continued to fall from her face as I watched her while she thought with a cloud of pain and pleasure. "Not often," Melony sobbed, "Once or twice every three months?" She replied.
That sounded dubious, but there probably were more specialized services for that. Plus, I believe it was illegal in the Empire. Then it was time to ask again for what I really needed. But I did not ask right away and instead watched her for a prolonged time. "Who hired you to try and capture and enslave me?" I asked.
My tone was different from previous times, and Melony sobbed. "It was from a ruling family member of the City lord. I believe it was one of the daughters named Sherry." Melony sobbed, and I suppressed a growl to keep up my sadistic smile. I watched her instead as she continued, "She isn't the sharpest, but she came almost a week ago requesting an emergency capturing. She paid well and in advance for the capturing and the increased risk." Melony sobbed. "Please, I just want to see my partner. We were engaged. Please, Please, Please, I just want to see him."
Her begging was ignored as I thought about the fresh information. It was plausible, and unfortunately, I believed her. In fact, I had been having bad feelings about the operation more and more as it developed. This could be false information her boss handed her or even her making things up.
Still, Sherry was a fucking idiot, and I knew it. I wanted to use her lack of intelligence against her later and use that to control the whole family along with the city with her as a figurehead. That would give me a lot of power quickly and into the future. I decided to file this information aside for the moment and continue, "Did the client give you a reason?" I asked.
Melony sobbed, "No!" She cried, "They don't need to give us a reason," She sobbed with tears in her eyes. "We are already doing illegal business when capturing free people in the Empire. They tolerate it a lot, but once in a while, they don't. We don't even want to know the reasons. It could be anything!" She cried finally, and this time I believed her.
I watched her for several minutes, thinking about what I needed that she might provide. "Okay," I said finally, "I think I might even spare you if you're telling the truth," I told her. The look in her eyes changed a little as I said that to her, and it started to solidify my belief in her words.
Still, this was a woman that was desperate, and I needed to confirm things. I didn't know if I was willing to abandon all my plans on questionable information from a torture victim. Melony wasn't reliable, and more torture would not change that. I decided to go softer temporarily before I trained her later. Regardless Melony was doomed to be in my hands, either telling me the truth or not. Her breaking was sudden if it was real, but torture was the art of breaking people's minds with their bodies. It had many subtleties that, without the person knowing, could break them.
I twirled the mallet in my hand and smiled at her. "I believe you, Melony," I told her with that same smile, "But believing doesn't make what you say are facts," I continued, and I heard a sob escape her lips with a whine.
"I am telling the truth this time. Please! just, Please!" She begged, not even knowing what to beg for, and I softly cupped her face.
"I will check," I told her, "Meanwhile," I said, standing up, "I think you need some relief."
My smile never changed as I got up, grabbed one of my favorite toys, and took off my pants. A second later, I was shoving one side into myself, and before I even knew it, my legs trembled as I orgasmed. My pussy was literally dipping down onto my hand as I finished inserting one side of the dildo into me. My pants had a stein on the inside from how wet my cunt was. I needed release, and I knew that I was making an excuse to myself to do this.
One orgasm wasn't even enough to get close to waiting for my desire to fuck at this moment. If there were a cock in front of me, I would have trouble not sadistically riding the cock to completion while doing my best to deny the man. My mind was scattered, no longer concentrating on a goal as I reached Melony's pussy.
"Wha-?" Melony cried out as she felt the cold metal pressing against her swollen virgin pussy. I didn't give her time to think as I pushed deep into her cunt without lube. Her pussy juices did a lot of work, but I saw the blood as I looked down and tore her hymen. The hook in her clit shook, and pleasure flooded my head as I continued to torture her while sending a fresh feeling of pleasure into her body.
My mind blanked as I sent fresh energy through my pussy into the dildo, and my hand came down on her ass to make her anal vibrator roar up to a new level of intensity. Her cries of pain lasted only a moment before they were replaced with moans of pleasure. Her sobs joined in, and I could hear her start to cry, "Why?" Over and over to herself as I shoved my metal cock into her pussy, sending mind-tingling pleasure through myself. Her breasts were forced to shake as I slapped my hips against her ass, making the hooks move even more, and I leaned forward, pressing my leather-bound breasts against her back as I grabbed her breasts and pulled them to the sides.
Her screams reached a new level, and I heard a string snap with metal hitting the ground. My pussy spasmed all over the metal intruder, and my world blasted white as I came to Melony's screams of pain and pleasure as I felt her squirt all over my cock right after my release.
I didn't stop.
I couldn't stop.
My hips thrust into her, and the feeling of domination and pleasure destroyed my mind temporarily as I continued to fuck her virgin pussy with my metal vibrating cock as she screamed. Her screams were the fuel of lust that fueled the need to seek out more and more pleasure from her body, and her cries stoked the flame of desire further in me. I couldn't stop, and my world whited out multiple times as I rocked my hips from one orgasm to another. Time lost meaning for a short while as I reached another earth-shattering orgasm.
I wasn't one to lose total control over myself often, and I never let myself in my past life, so I stopped. As suddenly as it all began, I stopped fucking her tight, no longer virgin cunt. Melony was a sobbing mess and wouldn't stop crying, and I didn't care as I pulled out of her pussy. As I did so, her cunt squirted a clear liquid yet again before a yellow liquid followed up as she lost control of her bladder.
It was time to water and feed the bitch and set her up in her cell for when I came back. I wasn't done with Melony yet. blah