The scent of sweat and the bitterness of fear loomed heavily in the room. It was just that though, a cold dark room with one light overhead and a wooden table. Chains hung from a few places in the solid stone walls that would be used shortly. There were a few whips and floggers hanging off one wall as well.
She couldn’t smell the dried , but it was obvious on the chains, staining the perfect silver in places.
Vixen ran a hand through her thick red hair and decided it needed to be pulled back to give her a more menacing look. Her violet eyes and red lips would be emphasized by the gesture and it would give Juan more reason to feel true intimidation. She only wished she had her fangs in this realm.
Looking down at the specimen on the table, she looked pleased at herself. Juan had been bound to the table, strapped down with leather restraints that dug into dark flesh. A ball gag had been shoved into his mouth to keep his incessant whining to a minimum though he still tried to mumble. Strong legs had been spread open and secured to a titanium spreader bar that Juan couldn’t break if he tried.
His head had been shaved clean, leaving it gleaming for Vixen Mistress. She set one high heeled boot on his thigh and dug in with the six inch spike, making Juan grown as the point pierced the skin and dripped down his thigh.
His cock hardened, balls drawing up tightly. “I see you’re into this sort of thing, you sick fuck.” She spat the words out and pushed off his thigh to steady herself.
He grunted and begged for something resembling mercy with large peat colored eyes.
Running a hand up the length of her tight purple corset to a full breast, she pinched a nipple. “You’d rather have this, huh?” She patted her pussy, clad in tight leather pants.
He nodded.
The leather creaked with movement as she drew closer. “Too bad.” She swore she saw tears form in his eyes. “I don’t care for the expression on your face.” She raked her nails down his thigh. “You didn’t show mercy to those other submissives. You didn’t show mercy to anyone. I’m surprised the goddess hasn’t struck your worthless ass down yet. But,” she sighed as though she were bored already “I suppose that’s what you’re here for. To learn your lesson and be punished.”
Juan lifted his head up and followed her every movement.
Their eyes met for a moment, her steal gaze on his. He appeared to be pleading for compassion with that expression. Setting a hand on her very curvy hip, she threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You want that from me? You’re full of shit, you know that little man?” She walked around to the front of the wooden table where his head rested, aware of the click clack of each heel against the concrete. Setting a hand on his forehead, she compel his head upwards. “You’re not getting what you want this time. This is all about me. Understand?”
Anger washed over Juan’s face. His eyes narrowed. If it weren’t for the ball gag, he would have looked like a predator just now.
Mistress Vixen pulled a large black dildo from underneath the table and showed it to Juan.
His eyes widened in fear.
“This is going in you momentarily. It’s going to burn, too.” She snickered. “It won’t hurt me a bit.”
Juan struggled against the bonds yet he couldn’t break free.
She sneered. “Struggle and fight little bitch.”
He looked at her with disdain, attempting to curl his lip upward in a snarl despite the ball gag.
“Oh, right. In your culture it’s not nice to call men bitches. Except that’s exactly what you are, little Mexican. A bitch boy. Hey,” she chuckled to herself, “that’s a neat name. Guess we’re going to call you that from now on.” She waved the dildo in front of him, pressing it against his nose. “Smell it. It smells like shit, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, struggling harder against the bonds. Veins in his large arms bulged while the muscles in his neck swelled. His chest was huge, he was built like a brick shithouse. He could definitely harm Vixen if he ever got loose.
Except for the fact that she possessed martial arts skills, making her an even more dangerous woman to play with.
She closed her eyes and let the memory of being trained in the Philippines replay inside her head. Each day was tough, nights were tougher because she was a woman. Attempted fuck, fucking and ridicule were all part of her training in addition to brutal martial arts training that left her spent and tired each day.
But after six months she’d managed to make the right connections with certain people in the area.
It only took one death that could never be traced back to her to stop the attempted fuck.
She felt no shame about what she did. The country was lawless in certain parts and it was survival of the fittest. In fact, all the brutality reincompel her purpose, to teach man lessons needed to maintain balance at any cost. She didn’t believe in a rule of three –karmic law. That ideal was not what her boss had sent her out for. There were others who meted out punishment in that manner, but not in her pantheon.
Capturing Juan as a bounty made her day. She had no intentions of turning him over though. Not after what she’d read about his track record. He’d murdered adults but that wasn’t the problem. It was what he made little boys and girls do for him to get is kicks that made her stomach turn.
Still, Vixen didn’t understand why she’d been sent to earth to do this job when normally she would do it in purgatory but it didn’t matter to her. Juan was just another job to her. In fact, he had a destiny of his own.
“You’re my best in most cases,” her boss told her. “But you have a lot to learn still about balance.” With that, he waved a long black finger and she disappeared, reappearing in the jungles of Asia with nothing more than the clothes on her back, some cash and water.
She’d been lucky he’d left her with that.
Once she’d conquered her training, she was given instructions. “You are a bounty hunter. Find them, reform them. Or bring them to me one way or another.”
She understood.
BDSM had a lot going for it here. Mind games could be used to turn the tables on the most psycho of people, those who hadn’t committed heinous crimes but had thought that way. Or it could be used to retrain the mind to find balance and harmony in life—her ultimate goal with each mark.
But if those methods didn’t work, as she hoped in Juan’s case, then it was up to her to eliminate the problems in any method she chose. Vixen had come onto this plane with only the ability to judge right from wrong in the hearts and souls of man. She knew each person’s destiny.
Sadly, Juan’s destiny wasn’t ending with his life today.
She trailed the dildo down his large torso, enjoying the sight of him shaking beneath her. “I’m going to make you feel fear like you did to those poor little girls in that village.” She snickered.
He raised his head and glared at her.
“Oh, I’d love to knock that expression off your cocky little face but then it’d knock you out. I need you very awake for all of this.” She licked her lips at the sight of his raging hardon. He was enjoying this despite his visual protests. Odd. It didn’t make sense to her that he’d get a thrill out of his own fuck, but then again some humans were just sick and demented.
Walking around to the foot of the table, she raked her nails over Juan’s muscled legs and waited for to start dripping down his thighs.
He screamed.
It glowed deep crimson in the white light against his dark thighs.
Vixen laughed again. Reaching for a tube at the foot of the table, she picked up the lubricant and coated the head of the thick dildo just enough to wet it.
Setting the tube down, she pressed the head of the phallus against Juan’s puckered asshole.
He clenched up at the slightest touch.
She snarled, her lip curling upwards in a sneer. “Too bad you’re not more into this aspect, you sick fuck. You certainly had no problems with giving. But you should be able to take, as well.”
“I could drug you and make you more receptive. Hey, that’s a good idea. Give you a taste of your own medicine.” She set the dildo down on the table and walked over to a ledge that had several syringes filled with various colored liquids. The sound of her heels against the stone floor echoed loudly with each step.
In the background, she heard Juan scream against the ball gag, choking out profanities in Spanish.
She turned murderous eyes on him, retrieving two syringes filled with drugs designed to relax his body but not numb him. Another drug if given in high doses would make him forget time and space altogether. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down into his eyes.
It probably stung.
“You did this to them, didn’t you? Drugged them before you had your fill of fun?” Her voice rose in pitch, not quite a scream but something more feral.
Reaching for his head, she gripped his jaw and turned his face to one side, getting a clear shot of the swelling, pulsing artery in his neck. The needle went in despite Juan’s best efforts to protest and thrash about. Muscles in his neck tensed, showing their immense size, but the restraints were much harder to break.
Within seconds, his eyes relaxed and the angry expression wore off, replaced by something not quite calm. The liquid spilled into his veins and worked its way through his body quickly, thank goddess for that. It meant he’d be more receptive to please but would still feel every bit of punishment.
Vixen liked that about her job. It was the fun part.
She smiled and pulled the empty needle out of his neck and tossed it aside. The glass shattered, splintering into pieces at contact with the stone floor.
“Now what?” She tapped a manicured nail against the wood, the sound echoing throughout the now quite room.
She couldn’t smell the dried , but it was obvious on the chains, staining the perfect silver in places.
Vixen ran a hand through her thick red hair and decided it needed to be pulled back to give her a more menacing look. Her violet eyes and red lips would be emphasized by the gesture and it would give Juan more reason to feel true intimidation. She only wished she had her fangs in this realm.
Looking down at the specimen on the table, she looked pleased at herself. Juan had been bound to the table, strapped down with leather restraints that dug into dark flesh. A ball gag had been shoved into his mouth to keep his incessant whining to a minimum though he still tried to mumble. Strong legs had been spread open and secured to a titanium spreader bar that Juan couldn’t break if he tried.
His head had been shaved clean, leaving it gleaming for Vixen Mistress. She set one high heeled boot on his thigh and dug in with the six inch spike, making Juan grown as the point pierced the skin and dripped down his thigh.
His cock hardened, balls drawing up tightly. “I see you’re into this sort of thing, you sick fuck.” She spat the words out and pushed off his thigh to steady herself.
He grunted and begged for something resembling mercy with large peat colored eyes.
Running a hand up the length of her tight purple corset to a full breast, she pinched a nipple. “You’d rather have this, huh?” She patted her pussy, clad in tight leather pants.
He nodded.
The leather creaked with movement as she drew closer. “Too bad.” She swore she saw tears form in his eyes. “I don’t care for the expression on your face.” She raked her nails down his thigh. “You didn’t show mercy to those other submissives. You didn’t show mercy to anyone. I’m surprised the goddess hasn’t struck your worthless ass down yet. But,” she sighed as though she were bored already “I suppose that’s what you’re here for. To learn your lesson and be punished.”
Juan lifted his head up and followed her every movement.
Their eyes met for a moment, her steal gaze on his. He appeared to be pleading for compassion with that expression. Setting a hand on her very curvy hip, she threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You want that from me? You’re full of shit, you know that little man?” She walked around to the front of the wooden table where his head rested, aware of the click clack of each heel against the concrete. Setting a hand on his forehead, she compel his head upwards. “You’re not getting what you want this time. This is all about me. Understand?”
Anger washed over Juan’s face. His eyes narrowed. If it weren’t for the ball gag, he would have looked like a predator just now.
Mistress Vixen pulled a large black dildo from underneath the table and showed it to Juan.
His eyes widened in fear.
“This is going in you momentarily. It’s going to burn, too.” She snickered. “It won’t hurt me a bit.”
Juan struggled against the bonds yet he couldn’t break free.
She sneered. “Struggle and fight little bitch.”
He looked at her with disdain, attempting to curl his lip upward in a snarl despite the ball gag.
“Oh, right. In your culture it’s not nice to call men bitches. Except that’s exactly what you are, little Mexican. A bitch boy. Hey,” she chuckled to herself, “that’s a neat name. Guess we’re going to call you that from now on.” She waved the dildo in front of him, pressing it against his nose. “Smell it. It smells like shit, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, struggling harder against the bonds. Veins in his large arms bulged while the muscles in his neck swelled. His chest was huge, he was built like a brick shithouse. He could definitely harm Vixen if he ever got loose.
Except for the fact that she possessed martial arts skills, making her an even more dangerous woman to play with.
She closed her eyes and let the memory of being trained in the Philippines replay inside her head. Each day was tough, nights were tougher because she was a woman. Attempted fuck, fucking and ridicule were all part of her training in addition to brutal martial arts training that left her spent and tired each day.
But after six months she’d managed to make the right connections with certain people in the area.
It only took one death that could never be traced back to her to stop the attempted fuck.
She felt no shame about what she did. The country was lawless in certain parts and it was survival of the fittest. In fact, all the brutality reincompel her purpose, to teach man lessons needed to maintain balance at any cost. She didn’t believe in a rule of three –karmic law. That ideal was not what her boss had sent her out for. There were others who meted out punishment in that manner, but not in her pantheon.
Capturing Juan as a bounty made her day. She had no intentions of turning him over though. Not after what she’d read about his track record. He’d murdered adults but that wasn’t the problem. It was what he made little boys and girls do for him to get is kicks that made her stomach turn.
Still, Vixen didn’t understand why she’d been sent to earth to do this job when normally she would do it in purgatory but it didn’t matter to her. Juan was just another job to her. In fact, he had a destiny of his own.
“You’re my best in most cases,” her boss told her. “But you have a lot to learn still about balance.” With that, he waved a long black finger and she disappeared, reappearing in the jungles of Asia with nothing more than the clothes on her back, some cash and water.
She’d been lucky he’d left her with that.
Once she’d conquered her training, she was given instructions. “You are a bounty hunter. Find them, reform them. Or bring them to me one way or another.”
She understood.
BDSM had a lot going for it here. Mind games could be used to turn the tables on the most psycho of people, those who hadn’t committed heinous crimes but had thought that way. Or it could be used to retrain the mind to find balance and harmony in life—her ultimate goal with each mark.
But if those methods didn’t work, as she hoped in Juan’s case, then it was up to her to eliminate the problems in any method she chose. Vixen had come onto this plane with only the ability to judge right from wrong in the hearts and souls of man. She knew each person’s destiny.
Sadly, Juan’s destiny wasn’t ending with his life today.
She trailed the dildo down his large torso, enjoying the sight of him shaking beneath her. “I’m going to make you feel fear like you did to those poor little girls in that village.” She snickered.
He raised his head and glared at her.
“Oh, I’d love to knock that expression off your cocky little face but then it’d knock you out. I need you very awake for all of this.” She licked her lips at the sight of his raging hardon. He was enjoying this despite his visual protests. Odd. It didn’t make sense to her that he’d get a thrill out of his own fuck, but then again some humans were just sick and demented.
Walking around to the foot of the table, she raked her nails over Juan’s muscled legs and waited for to start dripping down his thighs.
He screamed.
It glowed deep crimson in the white light against his dark thighs.
Vixen laughed again. Reaching for a tube at the foot of the table, she picked up the lubricant and coated the head of the thick dildo just enough to wet it.
Setting the tube down, she pressed the head of the phallus against Juan’s puckered asshole.
He clenched up at the slightest touch.
She snarled, her lip curling upwards in a sneer. “Too bad you’re not more into this aspect, you sick fuck. You certainly had no problems with giving. But you should be able to take, as well.”
“I could drug you and make you more receptive. Hey, that’s a good idea. Give you a taste of your own medicine.” She set the dildo down on the table and walked over to a ledge that had several syringes filled with various colored liquids. The sound of her heels against the stone floor echoed loudly with each step.
In the background, she heard Juan scream against the ball gag, choking out profanities in Spanish.
She turned murderous eyes on him, retrieving two syringes filled with drugs designed to relax his body but not numb him. Another drug if given in high doses would make him forget time and space altogether. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down into his eyes.
It probably stung.
“You did this to them, didn’t you? Drugged them before you had your fill of fun?” Her voice rose in pitch, not quite a scream but something more feral.
Reaching for his head, she gripped his jaw and turned his face to one side, getting a clear shot of the swelling, pulsing artery in his neck. The needle went in despite Juan’s best efforts to protest and thrash about. Muscles in his neck tensed, showing their immense size, but the restraints were much harder to break.
Within seconds, his eyes relaxed and the angry expression wore off, replaced by something not quite calm. The liquid spilled into his veins and worked its way through his body quickly, thank goddess for that. It meant he’d be more receptive to please but would still feel every bit of punishment.
Vixen liked that about her job. It was the fun part.
She smiled and pulled the empty needle out of his neck and tossed it aside. The glass shattered, splintering into pieces at contact with the stone floor.
“Now what?” She tapped a manicured nail against the wood, the sound echoing throughout the now quite room.