A sting in the tail

Illegal Orgasm? - Hannah baulked at the idea, her body still trembling and weak. She'd never had to hold an orgasm before, never had to stop it or control it - the whole point was to ride the wave... To savour it... To unleash it on her cloying body and lose herself in the bliss...

And yet now she felt... fear... and shame... Not just for letting Caesar control her, dominate her like this; But for failing to hold on, for falling into the trap of his games and having her body betray her.

Hannah looked to the tiger woman lounging on her cushion and shuddered, not just that she'd watched everything, but that there was a part of her that didn't care that she had... because it felt like being seen naked by her cat... Does she even still think she's human?

"Do not worry, pet," Caesar's smile widened as his hand stroked Hannah's trembling cheek, "I will not punish you for what you have stolen..."

"S-s-stolen...? I didn't..." Hannah pleaded hoarsely, terrified of what this man would do to her if he thought she'd stolen something from him.

Caesar shushed her with his thumb, resting it against her lips, his eyes filled with wicked enjoyment. It made Hannah's breathing stutter as her anxiety grew colder in her veins.

"Zimita." The word was firm and the naked blonde whimpered, her lips tightly closed on instinct. She didn't know what that word meant... And yet... She did...

Don't. Speak.

Hannah was too weak from her **** orgasm to protest as Caesar lifted her to her bare feet, and placed her back on the platform. She gasped, on trembling legs and with eyes wide in silent pleading as the rod hummed upwards again, mewling as Caesar took hold of her chin and neck, locking her in place.

Hannah winced, tears in her eyes as she stared in panic at her captor, her hands raised to hold his wrist and her weakened legs flailing even as she felt the rod press against her sensitive pussy again. She gasped, defeated when it inevitably eased itself back inside her, lifting higher and higher, the pressure growing with every second until she was once again **** into her toes.

Without the strength in her knees to support herself freely, Hannah moaned, again helplessly trapped on the rod that impaled her.

"P-ple-"

"Zimita" Caesar spoke over her, his tone not one of harsh correction but of bored dismissal. "Stay still."

Hannah squeaked as Caesar released his stabilising hand from her neck and stepped away. She wobbled, frantically trying to shift her weight from the toes on one foot to the other, her legs straining to keep the pressure off her abused slit as her hands found the slippery shaft and tried to grip it for support.

"You belong to the Circus" Caesar said, stepping around Hannah like a lion circling its prey. He calmly walked to an illuminated glass case in the corner of the room, his back turned to her dismissively, "Your body and your pleasure - belong to the Circus."

Hannah's trepidation grew as he removed the lid, it's interior looked half filled with rocks and sand, like a terrarium or a fishtank without water. The tiger woman growled and recoiled to the furthest edge of her cushion, cowering as far as her chain leash would let her. The sight made Hannah's blood run cold.

"You took an orgasm without permission Hannah - You stole from the Circus."

Caesar reached into the case, his normal calm and deliberate movements interrupted with a swift snatch at... Something. The tiger woman whined. Caesar turned and Hannah's heart stopped.

He was clutching the stinging tail of a large, vicious, jet-black scorpion, it's alien eyes and carapace glistening like oil. It was terrifying - causing primal white fear that ran through Hannah's naked body and froze her still.

"I will not punish you for your theft Hannah, Erebus will."

"W-w-wait... Please... Please..." Hannah whimpered, frantically tugging at the bar that kept her so humiliatingly trapped in place by her own pussy. Caesar seemed content to not silence her begging now.

The scorpion's legs spread threateningly in the air as Caesar calmly advanced, "The sting of the Memnon Scorpion releases a toxin which causes blood vessels to expand beyond their normal capacity and nerve-endings to become overloaded. It's not fatal. I'm told it is like a lightning strike..."

Hannah yelped, frantically clutching at her humiliating prison as she begged, "Stop! Please! Don't! Please!!"

"Let me show you what an illegal orgasm costs."

Caesar unceremoniously lowered the scorpion between Hannah's legs. Bringing it's sting directly to her most sensitive place and pricking it against her clit.

Hannah screamed, clutching at herself before she felt it.

It started as a pulsing growing spark, a prick like a thorn which unfurled razor edged tendrils through her core. The tendrils sprouted more and more and more, radiating fractal heat that became a fire and then an inferno. Electric white sharpness erupted from her pussy before with a screaming gasp she found herself instantly and without warning, cumming, hard.

The first wave felt normal but then it seemed to dip, descending... Dropping through the floor... The net that had held her raised so high hadn't just been cut, it was dragging her down... Down below the ground... Deeper and deeper into a pit of fire... It's ropes replaced with razor wire...

Her pussy contracted, hard, harder than Hannah ever though she could and it felt like _cramp _agonising and inescapable cramp that didn't end.

It wasn't an explosion of pleasure, but of pain. Pure pain like nothing she had ever experienced before wracked her.

Like a lightning strike.

Hannah lost all sense of herself. Time stopped. She had no sense of her limbs, of her heart beat. Her vision clouded, her lungs burst, her ears drowned out all sound except her own cries. She felt like she was orgasming backwards, like all the pleasure and light in her world had been wrenched away leaving her screaming and deathly silent, naked, alone, sweating, panting, thrashing helplessly and yet rigidly still.

She was gone from the world, held in a seemingly endless moment of ecstasy and suffering that stretched to eternity.

Hannah wasn't sure when she blacked out. She wasn't sure when the darkness took her, or when the pain-gasm stopped, all she knew was when she next opened her eyes she wasn't in Caesar's cabin anymore...