Present Tense (Out of the Fire #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,20
their pussy from them. We don’t have that with you, but we’ll make do, should you prove unable to follow basic commands.”
He stepped forward and put something on her forehead, then wrapped it around her head like a sweatband from the seventies. “This will keep you from trying to interfere with mind-control-bullshit.”
Kelsey had experienced this before, but it’d been a helmet that covered her entire head with tiny slits to look out of. This must be new technology. There’d been a painful feedback signal when she’d tried to get into someone’s head with the helmet on, so she didn’t attempt to do so now. She’d have to try eventually, to be certain it worked as they said, but not now.
“You don’t need to know who puts the plug in,” Fabio said from behind her. “Relax and accept it.”
She felt something cool and slick on the outside of her asshole, and she did as ordered.
And then screamed when she realized it had something on it. Something hot. Spicy hot. She breathed in and scented peppers. Whoever inserted it never paused — they slid it all the way home in one easy motion, and then twisted it once, as if they needed to be certain the pepper oil coated every place possible.
Eunice nodded to someone behind her, and he met her gaze again. “Seven from Collosa. There will be no warmup. Do not tense.”
She knew what to expect — this wasn’t her first time being caned — but the burning in her bottom was too much. And then the cane sliced across her defenseless cheeks, and her scream filled the room. She scented her own pain and fear.
The second cut of the cane landed before she’d fully recovered from the first, and the third came after about the same wait. Perhaps five seconds between.
In practically no time, the seven were given, and she heard movement behind her.
“She tensed after the first and remained that way.” Collosa’s deep voice sent her heart beating too fast again, and she breathed in to try to calm it.
“Please!” She screeched. “The plug, the peppers, it’s too much!”
“It can be worse,” Eunice told her.
A gloved hand came between her legs and plucked two of the glass marbles from the bowl.
And she knew, she just knew, they’d be coated with the same thing as the plug when they were poked into her.
Sure enough, those two, plus the next three, burned like a curling iron being shoved inside her.
The burn stayed at her entrance though. She only felt the heat from farther inside a little.
“Squeeze tight, bad girl,” Eunice told her. “If you lose one, you get that one plus one more poked back inside. Lose two, you’ll end up with four more. Lose them all, we get to stuff ten of them into you. Fabio is left-handed, so he’ll strike from the other side.”
Fabio’s strikes weren’t harder or lighter than James’s, but they were different. Snappier. More sting and less impact. Everyone has their own style.
Or perhaps she imagined the difference because she was holding her muscles so tight, determined not to lose a single marble, and — not for the first time — she was thankful the bloody tears thing was a myth.
She was openly crying when Fabio finished, her eyes squeezed as tightly as her pussy and ass, her head horizontal while she pressed the back of her neck to the top of the stockade hole, to keep pressure off the front of her throat.
The scent of mongoose floated to her a second before she felt pressure on her chin. A finger, pushing up. Kelsey obediently angled her face to look forward, opened her eyes, and met Eunice’s gaze.
“Two thirds of the way there. Push the marbles out. If they don’t all come, it’s fine. I want you relaxed while I cane you. You’ll have five seconds to release the tension from each strike, and if you don’t, the one you just received won’t count. If all of the marbles don’t come out now, it will be fine if they come out later. You may have to squat and push to get them all out, and that will have to wait.”
He didn’t move his finger, and she assumed he wanted to watch her face while she pushed them out.
“Push, Kels,” Fabio said from behind her. “We’re being formal now. I’m supposed to call you bad girl while you’re being punished. Let’s get this over with so I can hold you.”