Revelation

She looked at me for a long moment, almost lovingly. I knew I had gained her trust, that I had impressed her.

- Let me remove the needles. I'll tell you afterward.

I nodded. I knew her fascination with the suffering of others. I tried to distance myself from my body, but in vain. Her fingers, skillful and cold as steel, closed around the first needle embedded in my clitoris. A shiver of anticipated pain ran through me even before she moved. She pulled slowly, rolling the metal between her fingers, deliberately prolonging each millimeter of withdrawal.

She smiled at me as she removed the needle.

- Admit it, you like it when I'm the one torturing you.

I watched her, then the needle in my clitoris, sliding out for its deliciously painful removal. I nodded, biting my lip.

Her fingers twisted the needle in a delicate, cruel circular motion before yanking it out. A flash of searing pain tore through my flesh.

- Oh yes, you know so well. AHHHHHHHHHhh.

My voice broke into a hoarse cry, choked by the sensation of the needle being ripped out, leaving behind a dull sting that throbbed with every beat of my heart. Aryana smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with perverse satisfaction, her fingers already gripping the second needle, the one piercing my right breast.

She pinched the skin around the needle, rolling the swollen nipple between her fingers before applying a slow pull, so slow that each millimeter of metal leaving my flesh felt like an eternity of liquid fire. I bit the inside of my cheek until it bled, the muscles in my stomach contracting in spasmodic waves as the tip caught a raw nerve.

She took such pleasure in making me suffer with such skill. Her fingers, still cold and methodical, slid toward the needle embedded in my right breast, slowly rotating it like a key in a rusty lock. Each rotation tore a little more into my already sensitive flesh, and I felt the nerve fibers ignite under this calculated twist.

"You're so beautiful when you suffer in my hands," she murmured, her voice a mixture of sweetness and cruelty.

The needle finally withdrew, and she licked it.

- You taste so delicious. Okay, the last one. I'll give you the rings in your labia as a gift.

"You taste so delicious," she murmured, running the tip of her tongue over the needle stained with my blood. "Okay, the last one... I'll give you the rings in your labia as a gift."

Her fingers traced up my trembling thigh, leaving fiery furrows on my damp skin. She delicately grasped the last steel wire piercing my left breast, pinning it between her thumb and forefinger.

Her nails dug into my flesh as she twisted the needle in a circular motion, prolonging the tearing millimeter by millimeter. The metal caught on raw nerve endings, each rotation sending bursts of searing pain along my ribs. A drop of warm blood trickled down my sternum as the tip finally emerged, followed by a moan I didn't recognize as my own.

- Please, please, I can't take it anymore.

She placed a finger over my mouth.

- Shhh, don't ruin it. I'm enjoying watching you tremble beneath my fingers.

Her finger sealed my lips, stifling my plea in a damp silence. Her dark eyes, dilated by the pleasure of power, betrayed a glint of cruel satisfaction as her nails dug imperceptibly into my cheek. I felt the needle pivot one last time, tearing through a shred of infernal pain before she yanked it out with a swift movement—a white flash that made me arch my back, my breasts glistening with sweat and a drop of blood that she licked away.

- There, it's over, my beauty. The rings in your labia are a gift.

She kissed me passionately, and I caressed her downy flanks.

- Will that be all right ?

I nodded, barely opening my eyes, so exhausted was I, on the verge of unconsciousness. She leaned down and whispered in my ear:

- You'll find him at the Abregado-rae spaceport, but be warned: if you lose, he'll treat you even more cruelly than I did. I'll come to see how things stand. Judging by your attitude, you'll either win as a renowned bounty hunter or endure the sexual assaults of a perverted Wookiee, enough to drive you mad.

She knew what I wanted and why. The dirty little bitch took advantage of me, but as usual, encounters with her were unforgettable and left their mark on my body. She left long before I could even begin to recover. Charmille came to see me, clearly fearing to find my lifeless body after she left.

- Ouch, my dear, she didn't hold back. One day you'll pay for this.

She helped me up and led me to the infirmary, where I received the best care available in the neighborhood. I wouldn't have any marks, except for the two rings in my labia that would remain there to remind me that there's a price to pay for everything.