A Sordid Haven. Minor Modification.

So much left unspoken

Between the two of us

It's so much more exciting

To look when you can touch

You could say I am different

And maybe I'm a freak

But I know how to twist ya

To bring you to your knees

I get off on you

Getting off on me

I give you what you want

But nothing is for free

It's a give and take

Kinda life we make

When your line is crossed

I get off

I get off

- I get off. Halestorm

David stared at the beauty as she moved about the room. He couldn't move. He was unable to. She'd purposely had him restrained to the wall in a way that wouldn't even allow him to move his head. His naked cock stood erect and shame filled his mind. He shouldn't be hard. He can't be hard. Just watching her undress and bathe in the large porcelain tub shouldn't be having this kind of effect on him. Even her ignorance of him seemed to effect his manhood.

She hummed as she stood in the tub and used the large jug to rinse out her long smooth hair. The water tumbled down her body. Like a beautiful stream it made it's way over her ripe breasts and down against her flat stomach before disappearing between her thighs. That's when she turned to him and smiled. His heart stopped. Only for a moment. But he felt it. He knew to fear it.

"What's your name?" She calmly asked. Her voice lyrical. She stepped from the tub and slowly stalked towards him as he answered.

His heart beating faster. His breath becoming harsher. His cock harder.

"David."

She pressed a hand against his soft stubble and gently stroked his cheek. "Hello David. I'm going to have my girls come and make some minor modifications to you. It may hurt a little, but I know you're strong. And it will make me happy. Ok?"

"Yes..." if he could have nodded like an eager little dog, he would have. He actually felt as though he was doing right in the world by obeying her. He wondered if she had drugged him and as she turned and walked away from him, he realised he was wrong.

She was the drug.

As soon as he knew she was leaving, he craved her. Anything from her. Anything at all. He needed her. And although he loved his wife, he knew he'd do absolutely anything this queen tells him to.

He was fucked.

The queen left the room and two other very attractive females entered. They were naked other than thick jeweled anklets and white surgical masks. A brunette and a blonde. The blonde wheeled the steel tray closer. The only sound in the room other than David's breathing was the metallic quiet screech of the wheels as they turned against the floor.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as the brunette used a thick yellow sponge and dipped it into the bubbly water. She squeezed the extra water from the sponge and proceeded to wash him down. Every inch of him that could be seen and reached was scrubbed. The warm water trickling down his body. The silence frightened him. But they didn't answer his questions, no matter what he asked.

He was relieved once the brunette stood and replaced the sponge in the porcelain dish. Happy that they'd finished, he breathed in a sigh of relief.

He had no idea just how wrong he was.

Next the blonde, pulled a large thin silver needle from the tray and stepped towards him. She stared him in the eyes. Her bright cold eyes, pulling at him. The brunette picked up a thick piece of old brown leather and wedged it in between his teeth.

The blonde still keeping an unusual grip on his eyes gripped his nipple with two fingers and slowly slid the needle into his flesh. He growled out, biting down on the leather. It hurt him the most after the actual piercing. When she removed the needle and slid the metal loop through the newly pierced hole. He bit down so hard he was sure he'd break his teeth. But he was also surprised to find his cock harder than ever. He knew he didn't get off on pain, but this was definitely doing something to him.

She repeated the process on his left nipple and his response was exactly the same. In the end, he was left with a hot burning sensation deep inside his nipples and a rock hard dick. Confusion filtered through his frightened brain. Was this for the goddess? Did she want him like this? Would it please her?

The thought of his body pleasing her filled him with arousal and again, the confusion littered his mind. He was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn't notice the blonde, picking up a fresh needle and dropping to her knees.

If she didn't have the surgical mask on, he would have felt her breath on him like a lover about to give oral pleasure. Instead, he felt the excruciating pain of the slightly thicker needle slowly pushing into the flesh of his bell end. His scream was loud. Even through the leather it was too loud and the brunette roughly pushed against his leather filled mouth with the palm of her hand as the blonde continued to cut into his flesh. She smiled beneath her mask. Enjoying his screams. She took her time. And when the needle finally pushed through the opposite side of his skin, she reached out for the small ring.

She knew she was about to have the most fun of the evening.