Moving Day (Savannah/Darius) - Darius and Crew

She moved into position on the device, holding tight to the wood.

"I understand."

The device came with leather cuffs -- that were lined with fur. He wasn't going to hurt her that bad, not this time. He strapped her in place, making quick work of it. Then with a gentle hand, he took her hair and slipped it over her shoulder so that it was completely out of his way.

"Now."

She could hear him walking, then come closer to her again.

"You're going to count for me."

Her eyes were closed tight and she nodded. She was already quivering.

"Yes."

She could hear his footfalls behind her as he walked back and forth.

"You listed off five sins to me. You will receive five lashes for each sin."

The device was nasty. And he wasn't holding back on her, either. (Strength 5, Potence 3)

And the lashes started to fall -- across her back, across her buttocks, across her thighs -- the bits of metal at the end of the whip digging into her flesh with each new lash.

She cried out each number, writhing against the restraints. The tears were steaming down her face, even as she became more and more aroused by his actions.

He didn't even slow down until she had managed to count the full twenty-five. And he had no trouble at all with her tears... but he wasn't finished. Not even close.

He came over to her once he had finished and ran his hand over her back. Over her buttocks and thighs, letting the blood coat his hands.

"You're doing so well, Elizabeth. Do you feel cleansed yet?"

She shivered as his hands crossed her cuts.

"If Master says I am."

She tried to press back into his hand. To get more contact with him. She desired him so very much at the moment.

He pressed his hand to her back... then leaned close and sniffed at her lightly.

"Are you... excited?"

She nodded, whimpering softly.

"I am, Master."

He laughed softly. Actually laughed. Then she felt something else at her back, running along the length of her cuts.

His tongue.

That elicited a long moan, and still she pressed back, giving him all of her. Wanting contact.

Oh, he had no intention of giving her any real pleasure. Just as she pressed against him again, he pulled away from her. And she felt something else... something that crawled... and wriggled... against her back.

He was covering her in ants.

Old school.

She squeaked, wriggling under the new sensation of things crawling all over her. Getting caught in her blood. Moving into her cuts.

"What?"

Oh, not ordinary ants. He liked his fire ants... and that was made clear as they started to actually bite her. He moved around so that she could, with the tilt of her head, see him.

"Ants, my dear. You will learn to love them."

Her face showed surprise as they started to bite. She whimpered and writhed, eyes meeting his as she strained to look at him. She moaned softly as the venom began to set in, her eyes flickering closed.

"Oooooooooooh."

He watched her, watched her reaction with a smile.

"Do you like my friends?"

She nodded, groaning even as she winced at a fresh set of bites.

"They are wonderful."

He smiled at that.

"It seems that they also like you. Now, tell me. Are there any sins that you have kept from me?"

She hissed, her hands balling into fists, digging her own nails into her palms.

"Do you count sins as the Catholics do?"

He just watched her.

"I want to know what you believe are sins."

She bit her lip as an ant bit inside one of her wounds.

"I feel guilt for nothing else that I can remember doing."

He smiled at her.

"Now answer this. Are you enjoying your punishment?"

Her eyes opened and she looked at him again.

"It is new and fascinating. And yes, I am enjoying it."

He reached out so that one hand could caress her face.

"I will not do this very often. In fact, I'm going to be very upset if I have to do this again."

His hand went to the back of her head, gripping her hair and pulling her head back so that he could look at her throat.

"You will not, ever again, feel guilt for what you do."

It was hard to speak with her neck at that angle. But she managed.

"Yes, Master."