Sadistic Price

Piper's hips heaved in an uncontrollable spasm, the clamp chains clinking madly as her body arched like a bow stretched to breaking point. A trickle of saliva flowed from her half-open mouth, mingling with ragged sobs that seemed to spring from the depths of her burning entrails.

The master tugged at the clamps blocking access to Piper's vagina, almost ripping them off, but crueler still, he removed them slowly so that the effect would last as long as possible.

The master's fingers closed around the clamps with exquisite slowness, each millimeter of pull tearing another hoarse sob from Piper's throat. Prue bit her lip, she so desperately wanted to be in her sister's place. Her screams made her addiction to pain vibrate, freezing her gaze on the scene. Phoebe turned her head, Piper begged for mercy in vain. With the last clamp, he pulled on the chain of spicy geisha balls.

The master's fingers closed on the clamps with exquisite slowness, each millimeter of pull tearing another hoarse sob from Piper's throat. But beneath this acute pain, there was an ecstatic pleasure because the exit of the balls freed her from this damned chili pepper that set her vagina ablaze without burning, like a delicious bite of a fire that didn't consume, but possessed.

When the last ball exited, Piper let out a cry of release, despite the chili pepper that remained stuck deep inside her body. The master presented his penis to the entrance of Piper's vagina. Prue said.

• Master, no chili pepper.

He laughed as he literally impaled Piper with his penis. A demon feared neither hellfire nor chili fire. Piper screamed in pleasure but also in pain at that monstrous penis, but also because once again the master said:

"Non magis patiens."

The words slid through the air like a whiplash, and Piper's body tensed as if struck by lightning. The lingering spice within her exploded again, molten tendrils curling deeper, burning her from the inside out. Her scream broke into ragged gasps, her thighs shaking violently under the demon's merciless blows. Every inch of his invasion fanned the flames, the enchanted oil reacting to his command with vicious pleasure.

Prue's breath hitched as she watched Piper's back arch off the table, her spine tense like a bowstring, the clamps on her nipples rocking with each brutal snap of the demon's hips.

Piper screamed in orgasm as the master ejaculated inside her, his sperm igniting an inhuman, hellish pleasure within her.

Piper's body convulsed violently as the demon's seed seared her, the infernal heat multiplying until her vision clouded with agony and ecstasy. Her hips jerked upward in one final jerk, her tendons straining to the point of breaking, her cry of pleasure dissolving into a muffled gasp as the orgasmic flames sank deeper, harmonizing pleasure with pain.

Prue's breath quickened, her thighs glistening with desire as she watched Piper's fingers uselessly scratch the edge of the table, her nails leaving jagged furrows in the wood. The smell of spices and sweat thickened the air, and Piper fell ****. No human could have survived such an explosion of her senses; only her witchy nature kept her alive, still and always serving the master.

The master stroked the **** Piper's hair, smiling cruelly but with genuine affection.

• That's good, my dear, you've risen to the challenge.