Mercilessly.

The straps tightened around my ankles with a squeak of taut leather, each buckle snapping like a whip cracking in the humid air. A shiver ran through me as the tips of her claws traced the lines of my throbbing veins, slowly moving up towards my groin. Her warm breath caressed my neck as she leaned forward, her fangs brushing my carotid artery in a silent promise.

Snap.

The last clasp locked against my hips, holding me perfectly still, offered up. She began to lick my breasts, my nipples, while her claws encircled my clitoris. I moaned with delight and apprehension.

Her claws dug delicately into my taut flesh, tracing paths of fire between my thighs as her tongue curled my hardened nipples. Each movement of her fangs on my skin triggered a wave of pleasure mingled with pain, my moans echoing against the wood of the cross.

A metallic clang rang out as she opened a case near us, revealing thin, gleaming needles.

- Oh no, please, not that, Mistress.

She took a long, thin needle, licked it, and looked at me.

- Oh, if you take me for a fool, you want knowledge, and this is the price of that knowledge.

Without further ado, she positioned the needle against my breast, the cold, sharp point grazing my taut skin before slowly, cruelly, sinking into the pink, sensitive flesh. A hoarse cry escaped me as pain mingled with pleasure, my muscles clenching under the metallic invasion. Her warm breath caressed my neck as she pushed the needle deeper, millimeter by millimeter, until I felt the point pierce the other side, pinning my breast like a trophy.

My cry broke into gasping sobs as the needle pierced my flesh completely, its tip glistening with a thin trickle of blood that reddened my skin. Aryana twisted the needle between her fingers with calculated slowness, the metal scraping against my raw nerve endings. Her claws dug deeper into my thighs, holding my body in place as an uncontrollable tremor coursed through me.

She took another needle, ran it along my chest, flicked the one already in place. The metallic vibration shot through my breast like an electric shock, drawing a hoarse moan from my throat. Her golden eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as she aligned the second needle on my other breast, the cold tip lingering on my sensitive skin before piercing, slowly, deliberately.

The second needle pierced my flesh with sadistic precision, its path calculated to maximize every exquisite shudder of pain. I felt every millimeter of cold metal tear through my sensitive tissue, while a trickle of warm blood ran down my pectoral curve. Aryana blew on the fresh wound, her warm breath making the embedded needle vibrate, sending waves of conflicting sensations—burning and shivering, pleasure and agony—through my taut body.

The third needle slid along my throbbing stomach, its cold path tracing a line of goosebumps before settling just above my navel. A strangled gurgle escaped my throat as the point pierced my skin, the metal advancing in sadistic jerks as Aryana inhaled the scent of my tears.

Her claws caught on the needle already embedded in my right breast, twisting it a quarter turn.

- I love human blood; it reflects their soul,

she said. She took spiked rings and positioned them over my labia with a perverse smile.

-But I prefer your cries even more.

With a sharp tug, she closed one of the rings, piercing my intimate lips.

A piercing scream burst from my throat as the metal ring pierced my sensitive flesh, its sharp points sinking deep into my throbbing lips. Blood beaded immediately, running in warm rivulets down my trembling thighs. Aryana exhaled a groan of pleasure as she watched my pain, her golden eyes gleaming with a voracious light.

She grasped the second ring, clicking it between her claws before positioning it with cruel slowness on the opposite vaginal lip from the one that had been pierced.

The cold metal bit into my flesh with a sharp click, and I screamed as the prongs pierced, tearing at my raw sensitivity. My blood spurted out, more vibrant this time, splashing her claws, which trembled with pleasure. She inhaled the air, savoring the scent of my pain, then traced a finger along the scarlet trickle that flowed down my thighs.

"Magnificent," she murmured, her husky voice thick with dominance.

Her nails traced a new path of fire along my inner thigh, each millimeter rekindling the sting of the fresh punctures. I felt the third ring, icy and heavy, press against my swollen groan—a threat hanging in the humid air of my moans.

"Look," she ordered, seizing my jaw, forcing my eyes down to the sight of my own tortured body.

- You'll be good for a bacta tank after I'm done, she smiled cruelly. Tell me what you're after, and I'll tailor the session to your needs.

She hadn't changed. She knew I was looking for information, and she would take advantage, even ****, if she had it. But I'd rather pay the price than spend weeks trying to get it some other way. I swallowed hard.

- I'm looking for the Wookiee bounty hunter Churfa.

Her smile widened; she had the information, and she could use it.

- Hmm, a formidable lover, bestial but exceptional. You're going to have to pay a hefty price for the information you're looking for, information that I have—I'd even say I'm the only one who knows.

Aryana slid a claw along my sternum, collecting a drop of blood before bringing it to her lips. Her smile widened further, revealing razor-sharp canines.

"Churfa..." She rolled the name around like a sour candy on her tongue. "He left... deep marks." Her hand moved down to the metal rings that now adorned my burning lips, and she tugged gently.

The moment the metal rings pulled at my torn flesh, a searing pain pierced me, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat. Aryana's nostrils flared as she savored my pain, her claw tracing lazy circles around the oozing wounds.

"Churfa," she murmured, tightening her grip just enough to draw blood, "has left far more than scars on my body." Her free hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers brushing against my wet, throbbing sex as she watched me writhe in agony. "He likes to mark the mistresses he's taken."

A cruel flick of her wrist rattled the rings, each movement tugging at the raw, pierced flesh.

I felt her claws dig into my hips as she leaned forward, her hot breath brushing my ear. "You'll be begging me," she whispered, tracing a burning line with the tip of a new needle along my throbbing belly. "Not just with words... but with your whole body."

She grabbed my clitoris, teasing it roughly. It quickly swelled. She took hold of it and pierced it with the needle. An electric shiver ran through me, followed by a pain so sharp that my legs stiffened, my toes curling into the cold floor. The needle pierced my sensitive flesh with an audible click, and I felt the cold metal sink deep inside, as if it had riveted my suffering to my very body.

My cry caught in my throat as the needle pierced my swollen clitoris, the pain mingling with a wave of guilty pleasure that made my thighs tremble.

She untied me and carried me to the bed, where she threw me down. The impact made me scream. The vibrations reverberated through the piercing, multiplying the pain. She looked at me, amused. She had done it on purpose.

- Now we're going to make love wildly and cruelly. I advise you to rise to the occasion. I concentrated on overcoming the pain to meet her challenge.

She positioned herself on top of me, presenting her sex to my mouth as she did the same to mine, which she began to lick in a 69 that promised to be savage.

I felt her hot, wet lips crush against my torn penis, her serpentine tongue exploring the open wounds with cruel precision. Each lick sent shards of pain mixed with perverse pleasure along my spine. I moaned against her offered flesh, my mouth closing on her clitoris with **** fervor, tasting her salt and her dominance.

Her teeth bit the inside of my thigh as her tongue plunged deeper, exploring each tear with surgical precision. My moans seemed to excite her even more—I could feel her hips quiver against my face each time one of my cries echoed against her sex.

She jerked her head up, a trickle of my lubrication running down her chin. Her eyes burned with a lustful fury.

Her claws dug into my thighs, spreading me wider as a raucous laugh escaped her throat. “You submit so well,” she murmured, her voice a mixture of contempt and approval. Her tongue returned to my sex, but this time it didn’t just lick—it sucked at the bruised flesh, tugging at the needles still embedded within me.

She released the needle with a sharp jerk, leaving a dull sting at the base of my clitoris, before plunging her tongue deeper, to where the flesh was most sensitive. I felt its vibrations against the metal rings, each oscillation resonating like an electric shock through my nerves.

Her lips tightened around the needle, pulling it slightly outward before releasing it abruptly, making the metal vibrate against my nerve endings like an overstretched string. A hoarse moan escaped me, instantly stifled by the taste of her sex pressed against my mouth, my tongue relentlessly returning every stroke, every vibration, every spark of pain transformed into pleasure.

- I don't know how, but I could feel her pleasure rising more and more, her moans becoming gasps that progressed into the cries heralding orgasm.

Her muscles tensed beneath my lips like a taut bowstring ready to snap. Her breath became ragged, ragged, each exhalation burning against my bruised skin. I felt her clitoris harden further under my tongue, pulsing frantically, and I redoubled my efforts, sucking with **** voracity, my own pain relegated to the background.

Her thighs closed around my head like a vise, stifling my moans in her trembling flesh. A hot, acrid jet flooded my tongue as she screamed, her orgasm wrenched from her with a **** that made the needles embedded in me tremble. I felt every contraction of her sex against my lips, every pulsing wave that reverberated through the metal rings piercing my own flesh.

We collapsed onto the bed, panting.