She's fever hot, a patchwork of warm pain radiating through her legs; a rush of blood to her sex, glistening labia lips rubbing together and against the metal of the cross with each crack of the whip. Quick, hot breaths, panting like a bitch, barely contained murmurs as the sharp tip of the small whip snaps against the bruised welts from the paddle's studs. The beat of the whip keeps her back straight, muscles tense, rear arched out to Miss Steel as she squirms uncomfortably. "Are.... You.... Just.... About.... Done...?" growled husky between excruciating gasps, as her tormentor cracks the whip.

Gray fingers dip into Steel's lips for the briefest moment, then dive and curl to rub at the glistening slit. They're ice cold against the warm folds, and their tips begin to work their way slowly into the trapped woman's depths.
"From the sound of things, I'd say not for a while yet, but the feel of things is giving me a different impression," the gray woman hisses tauntingly into Elise's ear. One of the fingers thrusts hard into the warm folds. A strange snap, like cracked ice, echoes slightly in the chamber before the hand returns to Steel's lips with the finger still buried within. The gray woman licks at a smooth stub where the digit was as another forms, and the chilled thing within the woman wriggles deeper into her carefully to steal her warmth.

Ice cold digits toy with her sex, an uncomfortable counterpoint to the radiating heat between her legs. She can feel her tormentor's thumb trail over the stinging heat from the paddle, drawing skin tighter, accenting the pain of the beating. Then fingers plunge into her and she gasps, like being dropped into an ice cold lake. She twists away, but there's not much range of movement and Steel's fingers continue, insistent, slick with El's juices. "Don't play that shit with me..." Her eyes are half mast, voice carefully measured to keep from gasping or moaning as the woman explores her insides, lips quivering around the assaulting fingers, slurping around the edge of her knuckles.

"You're going to rape me, fine, but don't..." Nnnn... She thrusts, and withdraws, and El's sex closes tight around the woman's single intruding fingers, shiver running up her spine as the frigid finger burrows deep into her, squirming its way through her sex canal, lips closed around the digit, an ice cold counterpoint that does nothing to ease the raw, punished sex heat. Her lips quiver, paused a long moment as she tries to get her bearing.... "Don't you dare try to play like I'm enjoying it...."

"And why shouldn't I?" hisses the gray woman as a hand slams against the frame beside Elise's head. "It's the simple truth of it, isn't it? If you weren't enjoying it, would you be this wet? Admit that you're a pain-loving slut and you can start enjoying this instead of fighting it." With a rattle of chains, Steel shoves away from the frame and resettles her grip on the whip. The edge of the weapon begins swirling again, back and forth, in its pattern along the lines made by the cross restraining the woman. Every fourth stroke now turns into a harsh snap along the sweat-covered flesh bearing the marks of the thing.

The finger within the hot, slick walls curls and wriggles about until a cold, hard edge of it shoves hard against the tender spot within Elise. The intense warmth around the thing does nothing to cool it, though the fluid wrapped over the invading digit does create a small buffer against its chill. The thing presses hard at the sensitive bundle of nerves within the woman in perfect time with each stroke against her back.

((Sorry it took so long to get back. It's been a busy few days))

There's a look of tight-held concentration on her face, trying to hold it together while the mixed sensations rock her body. "Fuck you bitch..." she manages to barely murmur. She can feel the woman directly behind her, nearly touching her. Eyes squeeze closed as the lashes return, stroking red lines over already sensitive, slick flesh. Each brings a satisfying, wet slap as the whip snaps against pert flesh.

It's simple conditioning really - overload the senses with conflicting sensations until the circuit shorts and the girl can't tell the difference between the two - and El's panting like a Pavlovian dog. "Nnnnnn...." Head awash with sex fever as that nimble icicle of a finger deliberately works her into a frenzy, wiggling at the knuckle, pistoning up the tight, wet canal, slamming against her sensitive spot with each drive. Fingers and toes stretch and flex against the metal frame,her body instinctively rising up with each fourth stroke, expectant of the finger's slam, mind muddled but still aware enough to know what's going on - hot ragged breaths, her eyes blue bright wet reservoirs, tears racooning her eyes, dribbling hot down her cheeks.

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Elise is almost ready to be worked on. Steel just needs to keep her in the fire a bit longer. The blows come faster and harder against the supple, slick, smooth skin with each cycle of four to redden and mark further over her flesh. One set works over the restrained woman's rear to renew the blows there before the device moved upwards again. With a snap and the crack of wood against muscle, the paddle returns to land across the four recent blows.

Throughout all of this, the finger wriggles and squirms back and forth inside of Elise's folds. The knuckle still presses hard at her tender spot, timed and measured with the blows, as it finally begins to warm slightly. At the solid blow from the paddle, the thing curls nearly in half within the girl to shove cruelly hard into the bundle of nerves.

Now, Steel figures, she's ready to be worked on. "Look at you, little slut. You're all but begging for it now. What would your plaything think if she saw you now? Would she still do your bidding? Would she still want to touch you?"

Her body springs with each lash, a cruel network of inflamed red against the hot-tint on her skin. Buttocks rise deliciously, thighs squirming, spread apart, outer lips rubbing against the rough metallic corner of the X. She squeals out a whimper as the flat paddle again cracks against tense, stretched muscle. She chokes on a sob.

Snotty, dribbling tears, she dangles on the cross, as the woman rains blows on her back and continues the assault of the girl's g-spot, pummeling her canal. "Bitch..... Fuck that.... Bodies can be repro---oooOOOOOOO!!!" Finger folding roughly over inside of her, stretching her inner walls, the thick finger driving brutally deep. Every muscle in her body tenses, wet, slick walls contracting tight on the probing finger, head flung back, pink lips curled into a circle, eyes wide and wet with humiliation. Her head fevered and awash with conflicting sensation.

Steel growls softly at Elise's back and lets the weapons in her hands fall still. "Fine! Pretend there's a line between what your crude animal body and what you seem to think is a more refined mind. I'll let you have that. But when I ask you a question, you." The paddle crashes hard against the woman's left hip. "Will." The whip cracks brutally fast over the rounded flesh where right arm meets shoulder. "Answer." Once more the paddle lands hard, this time on her right flank. "Me." The whip, despite its small length, curls smoothly over Elise's left arm halfway between shoulder and elbow and pulls back cruelly to dig and run along the muscles.

"Now, you worthless painslut, take a break from your crying and your snivvelling and your pathetic attempts at resisting yourself, and tell me; what would your plaything, that nimble little Revi, think of you if she saw you now? Would she sacrifice herself for you? Would you get her in more trouble?" The finger uncurls itself slowly as Steel speaks, then punctuates the last question by folding again.

Sex warm and hungry, head foggy as as the finger squirms in her still. Paddle strikes criss-cross her fair skin. A loud hiss trails between her lips as the whip trails the extended muscle of her arm, flexed to keep grip in the tight restraints.

Her head hangs as the woman prattles on, the strikes briefly ceased. It sounds like sobbing at first, but as Steel rattles on with her psychoanalysis, it reveals itself a laughter, picking up volume until it echoes through the small furnace room. "Oh no! Not my lezzie girlfriend! She got me a promise ring!" Hn... Eyes bright, controlling her breathing, the assaults ceased, but the pain from the brutalization coursing all through her body. "Please. That's your ace? That's the card you play for a psychological breakdown? Bitch, I didn't answer the question because it wasn't worth answering." Head shaked, lips pursed together. "We fool around sure. We're friends, sure. But you think that's the big sell? You think we swap love letters in class? The sacred bond of sapphic sisterhood? It's more like any ship in a port, Miss Detention. Maybe you squeeze in an hour or two of sexual release her and there, but in the end it all comes down to covering your own ass."

The weapons fall loose at Steel's sides as her arms rest. She chuckles quietly, almost a giggle, though the sound quickly builds into booming laugh to echo in the scorching chamber. The fit holds her for a long while and sends her towards the center of the room to lean on the table. The last few sputters of noise slowly ebb from her throat as she looks back at her prey and shakes her head slowly.

"Heartless. Strong. Good. I must admit I'm spoiled on the pathetic creatures you prey upon. It's such a pity you were born human. You'd have made an excellent colleague. As it is, though, you're still just another whore, and your actions hardly seem in league with that philosophy. I mean, if you were only interested in saving your own skin, why draw such attention to yourself? Why not keep your head down and wait for the bliss of graduation? Or are you hoping to get expelled?"

Steel strides back across the room, her bare feet slapping on the smooth floor, and looks Elise over slowly. The whip swings up and lands lightly over the gray woman's back as she awaits a response to her question and ponders the raw, red patterns crossing the bound girl's sweat-slicked back.

"Gee. Thanks. It really is warming to feel appreciated...." She waits until the echoing laughter dies down, eyes cross, fuming while she waits for the woman to shut up. "Hah. Graduation. Right...." Her backside is marked with a red road map, a hiss as the whip stings her during the pause. "'cuz I'm sure we'll all just be sent back home and continue on with our professional careers, yeah? I don't know what the fuck you monsters are supposed to be training us for, but I can guess, and honestly darling? I don't think that lifestyle's up my alley."

Two fast slaps of feet on the smooth floor echo as Steel closes again with Elise. A hand grabs and pulls hard at her short hair to force the woman to look back into her captor's yellow eyes and the malicious, hungry smile playing on her lips.
"So you'd rather die, then? Those are your options, Elise. Accept what you are, deep inside," she says as the finger writhes and twists itself slowly around within her folds, "or die." The smile fades from her face to be replaced by a grim, almost remorseful, stare. "Those are the only options. Now, if the smell I'm getting from your whore cunt is any indication, you're a small step away from accepting yourself for what you are. I suggest you do so. Hope will kill you surely as a knife here. Cling not too tightly to it." With another hard toss, the cruel creature throws the woman's head forward between the halves of the metal frame again and resettles the paddle once more in her grip. A soft snarl escapes her lips as the heavy oak strikes once more across the upper half of Elise's lined thighs.

Her back is curved back sharply, neck arched painfully backwards as Steel's fingers twine harshly in her hair, meeting wet blue eyes to the cruel yellow orbs of her captor. "Die or become a piece of fuckmeat, huh? No offense, but I think I'll keep trying things my way." Lips twist into an unamused smirk. "Thanks for the advice, though..." Then she's flung forward, chin rebounding off the hard corner of the cross. She howls as the paddle barks against her thighs, finger continuing to worm its way through her folds, sex juice dripping down her inner thigh.

The paddle clatters loud on the floor as the whip is pulled tight across Elise's neck to force her back and into Steel's inexplicably bare body. She snarls cruelly, like an angered wolf, into her ear. "Your way is worthless! You think stealing from the only things on this island that will ever feel empathy for you is going to save you? You think your petty little crimes will win you some device to gain your freedom? You're pathetic! You disgust me." A thick, hardened, dry shaft presses at the woman's rear as the finger within her squirms and flails fast about. "But I'm nothing if not generous, so I'll give you another chance to admit what you are, then I'll just show you."

She gulps heavily as the whip is bound around her throat, handle snapped to strain her neck painfully backward. The back of her head rests on her tormentor's shoulder, blue eyes round and wide from the tension. Pulled backwards, the weight of her body rests precariously on the tip of the thick phallus, pressed tensely against El's puckered hole. All the while, the finger continues to fuck her, juice dribbling from her sex and pattering against Steel's thigh. Her palms lay flat on the bars of the cross, trying to shift the support of her weight, but held by the taut tug of the whip. The coil squeezes around her neck, shortening breath and dizzying her mind as she struggles. Black dots flash in her vision. "and if I admit it, what happens? We go out for ice cream to celebrate?"