In the belly of the beast

Fear wrapped about you like a cold blanket of ice, but you knew in your heart of hearts that you had to go down, you had to descend into the abyss and find out what Halbert kept hidden. Taking a breath and turning on your flashlight, you began to descend the stairs and step into the belly of the beast.

It wasn’t a cellar, not a proper one anyway. Halbert had done extensive work to transform the place into a ritualistic chamber devoted to his darkest desires. Paintings hung on the walls, illustrations of women bound in chains, bodies pierced with various jewels and rings that blurred the line between beauty and scarification. Cases held various implements, whips, paddles, needles, hooks, anal beads, ball gags, chastity cages, and even a full body suit that looked halfway between an Iron maiden and a gimp outfit, with dildos impaling the spaces where the genitals and anus were. Medieval stocks were in place, chains hung from the ceilings, jingling and jangling in the slight breeze to creature a horribly eerie song.

And in the centre of the room, a giant X, and bound to that X, was a woman.

At first glance with only the flashlight providing illumination, you thought that the woman had been crucified on the structure and let out a shocked curse. But when you looked again you saw that her hands and feet were merely bound by leather straps. The woman winced at the brightness of your flashlight, and cast her gaze downwards.

“You’re not the Master,” she said in a croaky voice. Hanging above her was a tube of some sort, and you noticed that it dripped slightly, water if she needed it. Though it must have caused her deep discomfort to lean forward to wrap her lips around the device.

“Did the master send you?” She asked, her pupils dilated. Her body shone with sweat, and you thought she might have been ****. “If he sent you to play, that’s good. My pussy fills empty, and he wouldn’t leave a dildo in there when he left.”

The first feeling that came over you was shock, and an instinctive desire to get her down. But for the briefest of moments you found yourself looking over her body, watching the way she writhed and wriggled, ready to be fucked. Her heavy-lidded eyes looked at you with raw lust, her heavy breasts rising and falling, pierced nipples alive and excited. In that one moment you felt lust grab you by the throat, and the ring begin to grow white hot. You could have this woman, you absolutely could.

But, a little voice countered, would it be right? The woman was a victim, and using her would only make you a similar kind of monster to Halbert. Could you allow yourself to go there, even if it was only a moment of indulgence?

You took a breath, stared at the ring.