She whips herself for Sado Maso

“Worship! It is the temple of Sado Maso, which means you have to worship through pain. Spank yourself.”

Target >= 45, d100+1=66, successful suggestion (corruption +1)

Cara Soft Corruption 2, Willpower 1

The dark inside of the temple feels much cooler than the jungle. Cara swears she can hear the beat of a drum somewhere deep inside the stone complex, and a low chanting evoking an elder god. It’s also eerily quiet, a contradiction. She is in the holy space of the old god of Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. Her tits are freshly chastened with gold piercings, but she has the urge to make a greater offering. She craves the painful blessing of Sado Maso.

Cletus is safely on the other side of the tit **** gates, entirely without tits. He will be some time before he finds a way to desecrate his way inside.

Cara slips off her shorts, leaving her in just her brown boots and the belt that holsters her pistol and machete. She takes one of her leather straps and folds it in her hand, feeling the suppleness. She lays back on the cool stone floor laid down by master artisans centuries ago. Her legs spread naturally and then she brings down the strap on her own pussy. “Fuck!” she whispers. The smack stings, but it feels right in the temple of Sado Maso. She self-flagellates, whipping her pussy with her leather strap again and again. The fresh pain is helping her forget her smarting nipples. *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

Minutes later, when her pussy is red and her lips feel puffy and swollen, she stops. The pain feels strangely holy. She closes her eyes and feels the connection with the builders of the temple, with Sado Maso, across the centuries. She feels a fresh blessing in her heart like a rush of adrenaline readying her for the next challenge.

“If Cletus gets he’s bound to take the door. Harness your tits in the rope and go the other way.”

Target >= 45, d100+2=67, successful suggestion (corruption +2)

Cara Soft Corruption 3, Willpower 1

Cara stands up and fixes her holsters. Her tits and pussy are out, but the pistol and machete are safely strapped to her thighs. She can hear loud banging on the other side of the gate. Cletus didn’t learn his lesson from the paint-bombs.

Cara goes up to the rope and looks at the chasm. The rope hanging from the dark ceiling looks sturdy, like someone’s been maintaining it over the centuries. Could the cult of Sado Maso still be active? There is only one way forward. She wraps the titty harness around the base of her breasts, and then she gives the rope a yank.

As though controlled by a mind, the harness tightens. It squeezes the base of her left breast and the base of her right, cutting off circulation. Her tits are like two large fruit, swollen and hurting in unfamiliar ways. The rope retracts in the ceiling, lifting Cara off her feet, and then it swoops her across the wide chasm to the dark tunnel beyond. She is left hanging over the floor.

Her breasts tingle with fresh numbness. Cara yanks on the rope again and again, and starts thinking about somehow climbing it when the harness loosens and reluctantly releases her tits. She lands on her feet.

An explosion sounds behind her. Cletus has blown up the gate of the temple, destroying priceless ancient carvings and desecrating what she had just sanctified by whipping her own pussy. She fervently hopes that whatever curse Sado Maso will unleash will fall on him.

In the light of the explosion Cara sees a chute, a sort of a narrow slide leading steeply down into the temple. The drumming resumes somewhere deep inside. She looks back at Cletus, unsure if he’s seen her yet, but he’s facing the opposite door.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Cara.