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<div class="letter1">S</div><i>creams.</i></p><p>

No sound made Giselle's toes curl like the sound of screaming. The begging--it wasn't sincere enough. Pushing someone to a limit? No. Limits had to be tested, pushed. Phlogiston had been the theory du jour for far too long, until someone like Antoine had come along to explore the boundaries. Then the Marquis... he had been imprisoned, and only then had he the impetus to create as he had. Giselle's fingers moved down and took hold of Liao's hips, using them to better leverage herself into the woman's backside. The internal nub rubbed hard against Giselle's body, and every little thrash, every little twinge from Liao sent shivers of pleasure through her body.<p><p>Pulling back and then slamming back in, Giselle made surprisingly slow progress. Liao wasn't inexperienced in this way, that much was obvious. There was no tearing, no blood. Not yet, anyways. Her body was tight though, and Giselle's muscles stood out as she worked herself in harder. Six inches she had to sink before she'd be satisfied.<p><p>Part of her wanted to degrade. Part of her wanted to demand. But Giselle stayed silent, luxuriating in the sound of Liao's discomfort, enjoy the sensation--no, the <i>knowledge</i> that she was causing the pain. One hand curled away from Liao's hips and traveled up, taking hold of a breast and giving the tender mound a hard squeeze. Giselle had to be careful not to lean forward too far, lest she get some of the oil on herself.<p><p>Then the hand traveled back down, between Liao and the bed, fingernails tracing along her skin. Once she felt the fur above Liao's body, the cruel Frenchwoman slowed down, the traces becoming scrapes. Once she felt her target--the Oriental's clit, still covered in oil--Giselle started with the next torment. In tandem with the sodomy, she used her fingernails to pull on either side of the clit, scraping the tender pearl. With the increased sensitivity...? Giselle could only hope for the best.

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There was no answer to Liao's pleads, only rougher treatment as Giselle grabbed hold of her ass and pushed the cock deeper into her ass. It wasn't fast, but the slow movement of pulling it almost out before pushing the full length back inside her caused Liao to experience the whole thing without missing a beat. Biting the linens, Liao tried to suppress the moans and screams that Giselle made her do.

A muffled yelp left her lips as her mistress squeezed hard on her breast, fingernails digging into the flesh before trailing down her body. Liao could tell when they dug deeper into her body when they reached her crotch, leaving marks on her body, memories of the night for her to look later once she was freed from the torment.

The nails closed in terrifyingly close to her clit, and then scraped it from both sides. The moment the sharp nails touched her sensitive nub, Liao lifted her head to scream more in agony than pleasure as the jolt of pain surged through her body. She couldn't control her muscles as she orgasmed on the spot, sending shudders through her body, her hands curling into fists, her own nails digging into the flesh of her palm.

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<div class="letter1">M</div><i>asochism.</i></p><p>

The jerking and wriggling underneath her was surprising. Giselle had experienced masochists before, but usually the cinnamon oil and her nails made women sob. This one was just moaning. Well, fine, yes, she was <i>also</i> screaming, but from the noises she was making and the way she was reacting, the heat flushing through her, the feeling of sweat on both her body and on Giselle's... it made her pinch harder. Part of her wondered if she could sever Liao's clit with her fingernails.<p><p>The other part of her was less subtle.<p><p>Taking her other hand off Liao's hip, Giselle balled it into a fist and punched Liao straight in the back of the head, hoping to cause such a surprising amount of pain her anal muscles would clench around the leather strap-on. Between that and the diminishing oil still left on the shaft, some blood was sure to get involved. At the very least, Giselle was hoping for some tears. The bucking and wriggling under her was certainly translating well up the shaft of her strap-on, and the interior dildo was doing wonders against her body, but... without some sort of tears, without any sincere show of emotion--without breaking Liao down? It all felt hollow. She might as well've just fingered herself at home while listening to cats caterwaul. No. She needed Liao to suffer. She needed there to be more.<p><p>"<b>Cry for me, pet!</b>" the domina hissed, lowered her head down so her whisper would be audible. She was conscious of accidental flailing and didn't move her head in far enough to get hit with a headbutt if Liao was thrashing too completely. At the same time, still pinching, her punching hand moving back down to manhandle Liao's bust, Giselle didn't let up with her thrusting. She was going to draw blood from Liao somewhere, come Hell or high water.

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Even if Liao had learned to like pain over the years, even she had her limits. The harder pinching made her scream louder and she squirmed more, though now she was trying to get away from Giselle's hands to no avail. ''Mistress you are being too...'' She was cut short by sudden strike at the back of her head, pushing her head against the linens. Tears formed on her eyes as the pulsing pain started going from her head. Liao didn't like showing her crying so she did her best to wipe them on the linens.

Her muscles had clenched the moment Giselle had suddenly pinched her harder and hit her and now she was feeling how the oil was starting to run out. ''Please use more oil'' she begged, her moans turning into groans as the cock went rougher and rougher in. ''You are hurting me!''

"Cry for me, pet!"

There it was. The gentle disguise of her mistress was thrown away completely and underneath it was a woman who got off from seeing others in pain. And the experience with her was starting to get more painful. Liao was no more getting turned on by the rougher treatment and her asshole started tighten around the strap on, only hurting her more. She tried to control her breathing so that it wouldn't tear, but it soon turned into short gasps of breath as she could feel something warm inside her as her ass started bleeding.

This was too much. She trashed more in her restraints, trying to get away from Giselle, but it only caused her more pain. ''Let me go!'' she cried. The tears she had managed to dry off were replaced by more as she kept writhing in agony and crying under Giselle.

''Stop! Pleaashe stop!'' Liao sniffed through her tears, begging her mistress for mercy.

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<div class="letter1">C</div><i>rimson!</i></p><p>

Not letting up on the Oriental's clit, still trying to damage it if not rip it completely, Giselle continued to pound Liao's body. Hand against the woman's neck, the Frenchwoman pushed herself back up and watched as her own hips gyrated, the strap-on stained crimson each time it pulled out. And the difficulty! Good God, the difficulty Giselle encountered trying to pull it out. The darling was finally doing what she wanted. But the tears... they'd been wiped off on the linen.<p><p>Giselle had almost given up on the hope of getting an orgasm from the slut, but just as she was preparing herself for such an unfortunate eventually... ahh. There they were. Fresh tears, squeezed out from her lovely almond eyes. The sight of it all--the struggle against the tight bonds, the way she was begging, the sound of her agony and those delicious tears... <p><p>Shuddering, trembling, her legs quaking from the intensity of the pleasure rolling through her, Giselle moaned low and shakily. Her hips stopped, strap-on buried inside Liao's damaged hole, the secondary dildo shoved deep inside Giselle's own body. Eyes closing, body tensing and releasing in a cascade from her head to her toes and back again, Mademoiselle Mendelssohn felt herself growing relaxed and grateful.<p><p>She pulled her fingers forward and off Liao's clit. Had she been successful? Honestly, not just collapsing forward on top of Liao was a victory. Giselle didn't investigate yet. She was happy to remain buried inside Liao, panting on top of her whore, feeling the shame and the disgusting radiating off Liao's very being. "<b>Good,</b>" she said finally, pushing her hair out of her face and slowly sliding the leather out of Liao's backside. "<b>That was very, very good...</b>"<p><p>Liao's night wasn't over yet, though.

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By the time Giselle was finished, Liao was shuddering and whimpering from pain. Her body hurt, and where it didn't hurt, the burning sensation longed. Her clit felt like the slightest of breeze would turn her on. She knew she wouldn't walk away from this building with her head held high, if she could even walk. The ass pounding had left her legs weak. Liao could feel how the ropes she had trashed against had left clear red marks all over her body. Hiding them would be nightmare.

"That was very, very good..."

''Y-you had what you wanted'' Liao said through her tears, groaning as the cock was finally pulled out from her ass. She wished it hadn't damaged her too greatly, as she wasn't sure she'd had the courage to see a doctor for it. ''Now untie me and let me go'' she continued, trying to get some pride behind her words, though pain and shame were mostly going through her body at the moment. And fear. She was no longer afraid of Giselle leaving her alone tied up, taking her money with her, but rather spending even more time with her.

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<div class="letter1">O</div><i>h, how terribly adorable she was, thinking half the money in Giselle's satchel had been spent already!</i></p><p>

"<b>No.</b>" Giselle kept the bloodied strap-on where it was and took hold of Liao's legs, flipping her over to reveal her tender front up to the world. Moving to the top, Giselle bent over and took Liao's face in her hands. "<b>If you want me to untie you, you have to thank me. Until I'm convinced you're grateful for all I've given you, you won't leave this room.</b>" Leaning forward--her arms and hands very powerfully keeping Liao still, in case the Oriental got the smart idea to try and smack her skull into Giselle's--the Frenchwoman kissed oh-so-gently the tears of her bleeding bedmate. Either cheek got kissed, before...<p><p>Without an ounce of shame, Giselle licked along the tear tracks, the salt washing over her tongue.<p><p>When had she first realized tears made her feel sinful things? Giselle couldn't say for certain. She'd always had a knack for drawing them from her fellow friends, from her brothers. And now... now she had this delectable little morsel bound up and waiting for more. So many tears! Her toes curled and she stood back up, looking down at Liao. "<b>I'm surprised I didn't manage to tear your clit off,</b>" she offered off-handedly, getting up on the bed and straddling her lovely whore. "<b>But let's see.</b>" Sitting on Liao's belly, Giselle put the leather cock between her tits and started to gyrate, pushing Liao's bust together to start 'cleaning' the shaft.<p><p>"<b>Do you feel grateful yet? I don't think so. I wonder how long it'll take you to convince me. I wonder if I'll just get bored instead. You wouldn't want me to just get bored, would you, pet?</b>"

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"If you want me to untie you, you have to thank me. Until I'm convinced you're grateful for all I've given you, you won't leave this room."

Thank her?! After everything she did to her? Liao couldn't believe the words that she was hearing and the utter surprise was clear on her face as Giselle turned her over and took hold of her face.

She let out a displeasured voice when Giselle leaned closer to kiss and licked her tears. Liao tried to lean away from her, but her grip was too strong, holding her in place. When she finally released Liao, she turned her head in dispise, not wanting to look at Giselle nor wanting to see how much pleasure she was getting out from this.

Liao stayed quiet, trying to recover from shame and think how she could get out from this. But each of her conclusions came to a dead end, leaving her only one option that Giselle had given her.

"Do you feel grateful yet? I don't think so. I wonder how long it'll take you to convince me. I wonder if I'll just get bored instead. You wouldn't want me to just get bored, would you, pet?"

She looked down and saw how the tip of the leather cock peeked through her breasts each time Giselle thrusted, feeling how it smeared her breasts. ''T-thank you mistress'' she mumbled, avoiding her mistress' gaze. Just saying those words caused red come to her face, feeling ashamed of saying such things.

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<div class="letter1">"I</div><i> don't believe you, Liao. Don't lie to me."</i></p><p>

Red smeared against the gentle flesh of her body, and the contrast made Giselle have a moment of intense and overwhelming imagination. Sighing, she moved forward, until the leather tip was nearly level with Liao's face. "<b>Roll over and lick. Liar's tongues are better used for cleaning than talking.</b>" Could she provoke greater tears? Perhaps heaving sobs? Giselle lowered her weight a little, sitting more completely on Liao's body, compressing her torso ever so slightly. She wasn't a very heavy woman, despite her height. Perhaps because of her height? But she was certainly heavy enough to make breathing a little harder.<p><p>A blade. She didn't have one with her, but for a moment Giselle imagined taking a blade out and rolling its edge across Liao's beautiful flesh. Parting the skin, revealing the glistening muscle beneath. The welling up of blood, the delicate stream cascading down Liao's ribs. As Giselle waited for Liao to either comply or reject her command, she couldn't help but imagine it vividly, her mind running wild. How incredible it felt, to be sitting atop someone's chest, to feel their lungs, their <i>heart</i> underneath! How remarkable, that she could so easily end a life, that she could--!<p><p>The revelation was legitimately shocking, and it gave the Frenchwoman pause. She'd actually just fantasized about murder. About <i>murder.</i> With a frown, she looked up from Liao's countenance, staring at the grimy wall and considering just what it was her mind had created for her. How strange it felt, the burning in her loins, the gentle drip of her arousal out of the harness and down onto Liao's body. How bizarre, that she was on the cusp of orgasm, her climax looming before her, and the shove that was about to tip her into bliss was... murder.<p><p>"<b>Suck it clean, and I might let you go. Someone grateful would clean their mistress's toys.</b>" Snapping out of her reverie, Giselle returned to the moment and lifted herself up on her knees, tilting the strap-on such that Liao could more easily get to the tip--and so that Giselle could more easily slam it down into her mouth.

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"I don't believe you, Liao. Don't lie to me."

Of course she had lied. Normally she didn't thanked her customers unless she felt like that would attract them to pay her later again, but her 'mistress' was from completely different world. Her body was in pain, and not in pleasant one. It was burning and aching.

"Roll over and lick. Liar's tongues are better used for cleaning than talking."

Liao looked at the tip, it being uncomfortably close to her face, she could smell herself from it, the blood and the oil. She turned her head away from it before looking at Giselle as she could feel her pressing against her lungs, knowing full well she was doing it on purpose. Liao tried to shake her off, but the ropes held her place, not allowing her any wiggle room.

"Suck it clean, and I might let you go. Someone grateful would clean their mistress's toys."

Glaring daggers at Giselle, Liao opened her mouth a bit to take the tip inside to clean it when she felt her doing a sharp thrust, pushing the whole leather cock into her mouth, the tip scraping the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to breath, her eyes widen open, looking at Giselle in surprise before shaking her head in protest. The thrust made her eyes watery again.