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"There is a particular kind of darkness that you will grow to dread," she purred, husky voice infused with mirth. He was beside her, on all fours, crawling through the mud with a leash around his neck. Her heels clicked on the cobblestone path on which she walked comfortably. "It's a total, complete darkness pregnant with dread. You're alone, but your nerves are electrified, anticipating the next torment that will come in a minute, in an hour, in a day." She looked down to admire the taut, obedient muscles in his arms and ass but instead laughed at the expression of distaste on his face. "Oh, it's just a little mud." She giggled and casually smacked his ass with the crop in her free hand and he picked up his cadence toward the barn.
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She admired him for a long time: muddy, naked, chilled to the bone, beautiful as he shivered on the straw floor all the while trying to look brave. "Don't look at me," she said, punctuating the command with another whack from her crop, "look at the floor."
"I'm sorry." Another crop in the same place, this one harder.
"Don't apologize either. Cheap apologies are unbecoming. Simply say, 'Yes, Harmony.'"
"Yes, Harmony."
"Much better," she purred and knelt behind him, winding a length of rope around his strong hands. Harmony admired the veins in his hands and arms as she wound the rope in its serpentine course around his wrists and arms and bound him tightly.
When his hands were tied and he was reclining awkwardly on his side on the cold floor, Harmony sat comfortably beside him on a stool, legs crossed, and cropped his upper thighs while he stared at the ground in front of her feet. "What are we going to do?" he finally got up the nerve to ask in a trembling voice, a pallid shadow of the rich baritone in which he normally spoke.
"You're going to show me how much you adore me," she said with a wicked smirk.
"You know how much I adore you, Harmony."
"Yesssss, I do. But now you're going to find out just how much."
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His hands secured behind his back, turning pale purple, he moaned and twisted. The rope was secured to a beam in the ceiling and an hour ago when he'd complained that there was "no slack", she had smiled and said "Less make it less than zero," and yanked the rope up until he was on his tip toes. His body was bruised from crops and kicks and a cane had turned his ass ripe red and plum purple. Harmony had forced a plug, gently at first and then quite roughly, into his ass and his cock was turgid and throbbing.
She walked around him, admiring her work, and coyly avoiding looking at his erection though she repeatedly brushed against it with her thighs and felt his whole body spasm and shiver. "In a moment," she said, raking her nails down his back, "I am going to let you loose from the beam. Your hands will still be tied but your predicament will be a little less....stressful. As soon as this happens, I want you on your back, eyes closed. Do you understand?"
He'd been crying from the pain of the beating and his breath came in harsh rasps. "What is going to happen?"
She walked around and slapped him, hard, in the face. "Don't ask questions, darling. Just tell me you adore me."
"I adore you."
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Bruised, aching, and hopelessly aroused he lay on his back, arms still bound behind him, and closed his eyes. Harmony walked around him in the moonlight, admiring his broken body. Every bruise and scratch and wound was a map marker of his devotion to her. He'd begged her to stop several times but each time she'd shhh'ed him and commanded him to show her how much he loved her. Now she put a spiked heel on his chest and dug it in and when he squirmed she cooed "Hold still, baby," and he lay back and accepted it all.
Now she plopped down on his chest and began to play with his aching nipples. When he moaned she grinned and told him to keep his eyes closed. "I'm about to taste you for the first time," she said. "This is significant. You're going to feel a little itsy bitsy pain," she added, and giggled as she suddenly, violently, ran her nails down the front of his chest between his hard pectoral muscles, drawing blood. He screamed and she howled with laughter. "Maybe a lot of pain. Okay baby open your eyes. It is important that you see this."
Rivulets of blood ran down his chest and she wiped up some of it with her finger, put her finger into her mouth, and he saw her eyes roll back ecstatically as she licked and sucked the blood. "Just a little taste, for now," she remarked as she reclined and began to finger herself. "Close your eyes my darling, my bitch, my baby" she hissed and giggled, "you don't get to see me finish." Her heard her moan then felt her straddling his face, commanding him to lick and suck her off. She finished, with a shivering spasm, on his face.
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He could still taste her on his lips as he laid in the wooden box. His arms were still bound "Humanely but securely" as she put it, and he was comfortable enough but the box didn't have any wiggle room. "We're not done yet," she explained, "just taking a break. I will let you show me how much you love me a little more, next time." She was cooing, purring, humming happily while he tried to adjust himself inside the box, trying to lay without putting too much pressure on any of his bruises. She reached down and wiped a little more blood from his chest, tasted it, and smiled. "Such a sweet boy." As an afterthought she added, "I hope your nose doesn't itch or anything, with your hands tied like that. I know you can take a beating but it's the little things that can drive you nuts." She kissed his nose and giggled and felt a shiver of excitement as he whispered "I adore you, Harmony" while she shut him in the box and a particular kind of darkness enveloped him.
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