Sweet Pain

Tormentor led her over to what looked like a pillar, and said to Hannah, "Stand next to it."

She swallowed before she did what she was told, and just as she was about to get comfortable, she heard what resembled to be the sound of rope. Indeed, he had began restraining her wrists and ankles, before walking over to his various instruments of ****.

Eventually, he settled with one of his whips, and went back to her. Cracking it briefly, he'd then aimed for her torso, and with the first three whip marks, Hannah suddenly screamed.

"Are you not enjoying it?" he asked.

"Y-Yes! Yes, I am! It does...sting a lot, but...please go on, Mr. Whitefield!" she managed to reply between labored breaths.

"Don't call me Mr. Whitefield anymore. Call me 'Master'." he said, followed by a nod from Hannah.

Tormentor smirked, before he aimed the whip at her arms and shoulders. With each whipping, Hannah's screams of pain eventually converted into pleasure.

Her initial fear had begun to dissipate, and he took attention to giving her stomach the same treatment. At the same time, Hannah's pussy was starting to moisten at the simultaneously wonderful and painful sensations he had given her.

Finally, Tormentor concluded his 'tour' of her body by giving her the last few whippings on her legs. Once he was satiated with his doings, he noticed as to how aroused she was becoming.

Then again, he had felt his cock beginning to pop out, before he did so and stroked himself in front of her. Hannah shuddered as he went towards her, and began sliding his fingers into her in the same tandem as his stroking.

"You like this, don't you? I bet all this pain is making you horny, don't it?" he asked.

"It...It is! Please...take me!" she replied.

Tormentor grinned again, before spreading her legs apart, and finally sinking himself in. This caused Hannah to nearly yelp in pain, but due to the immense sensations within her, she had to get used to all of this.

He began to move within her, not caring to go gentle on the young woman. At the same time, Tormentor leaned in to kiss her full on the lips, as well as giving her some tongue.

Hannah tongued him back almost nervously, all the while he kept up his ministrations. He grinned at the expressions on her face, before pinching and teasing one of her nipples with one of his hands.

Soon, Tormentor started pumping faster inside of her, his grunts in sync with her moans and screams of now wanton pleasure. He briefly took time to cut apart the rope around her ankles, and silently encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She did so, and his movements were now frantic, on the brink of release. Before long, Hannah threw her head back and cried out in unabashed pleasure. As she experienced her orgasm, he'd follow suit by pulling out and spraying his cum all across her stomach.

"I see you've enjoyed every little bit of it, have you?" Tormentor asked with a grin.

Hannah was constantly catching her breath, before replying with a faint, "Uh huh..." while nodding her head.

After untying the rope around her wrists, Tormentor told her, "I suggest you'd rest up a bit. I bet those whip marks sting like hell, don't they?"

She nodded, before he put his shaft back into his clothes, and she herself had time to recuperate. Eventually, the pain on her skin began to wear off.

Putting her clothes back on, she looked over at Tormentor with a nod. And with that, he nodded back, allowing her to leave the Killing Grounds.

When Hannah caught up with Gertrude, the older woman smiled and said, "I'd knew you came back."

She smiled back, and Gertrude continued, "There is something I want to hand to you, and, yes, this once belonged to Marukka."

It didn't take long for her to pull out an odd occult book before adding, "I need you to burn this book. And what better person to get help from than that Cain fellow?"

Hannah nodded. "Understood, I'm on it."

Back at the Killing Grounds, Hannah had contacted Cain, and he noticed the book. He asked, "What about it?"

"You must burn this. It's possibly necessary to provoke Marukka," she replied.

Cain shrugged before he poured gasoline on the book once it was lying on the floor. Lighting up a match, he soon dropped it onto the book, instantly catching fire.

Hannah smiled before telling him, "Thanks."

"No problem. It's a shame that we're not working together completely now that you've found someone," he replied. "You might need this along the way, too," he added as he brought her an axe.

Taking the axe with a nod, Hannah would then exit the Killing Grounds and meet up with her ally.

Tormentor would progress through the tournament, effectively killing the others before finally reaching Marukka.

"So you've come this far, huh?" A woman with bronze-green skin and blonde hair in disarray asked.

"That's correct, and I shall give you the finest punishment anyone's ever had," Tormentor replied with a smirk.

Hannah, axe in hand in case she got attacked (though she was using this out of self-defense), could only watch as the two opponents finally clashed.