Karma
translation - Action
Still breathless from her danse macabre at Hardtied, pinky stands en pointe in toeboots. She clutches the chain around her neck. It keeps her on her toes as she wavers back and forth. A slick of drool streams from her chin to her pussy.
PD tosses a karmic puzzle at her feet – the pieces of a chair. He orders her to put it together. As pinky works, she builds what is to become the instrument of her torture. We get glimpses. A curved backrest studded with spikes. Rows of spikes on the arm rests. A flat, emotionless seat loaded with flesh-eating spikes.
As a consequence of her action (the construction of the chair), pinky must sit in the chair, her ankles spread wide and shackled, her wrists locked tightly to the arm rests.
Now it’s a waiting game. PD lets gravity do its work. pinky squirms. She sobs just a little. She refuses an orgasm in her despair. When she’s caned, her screams are only half human. PD has barely broken a sweat. Time and gravity. Sometimes that’s all it takes.
He chains her more tightly to the chair and its spikes. Rain pounds the barn roof. A portent? pinky’s soaked. Droplets of water coalesce and stream down her naked body. She’s motionless in the chair. She’s discovered that it’s less painful not to move.
The cattle prod shocks her over and over. pinky’s shrieks stab the silence after the rain. And now the vibrator on her pussy. She hates it. She loves it. PD forces her to orgasm.
One karmic turn finished. In the next moment, another turn begins.
