Chapter 31

Valerie moaned as the plug inside her cycled on. Her eyes widened — pointlessly, behind both blindfold and hood. The intense pulsing lasted only a few seconds before cutting off again.

“Please, Mx.” Her words were pleading and barely intelligible. She spoke before she was consciously aware that she had made a decision. “Please let me cum.”

“Reward first, then.” Lucca’s voice spoke through her headphones again. “Punishment after.”

They did not hesitate to resume their attentions, and Valerie didn’t have a chance to grow fearful about the impending punishment. However Lucca controlled it, the plug cycled back on and didn’t stop. The e-stim pads flanking each of her areola began their buzzing pulses in a way that unaccountably mimicked the feeling of strong fingers squeezing her nipples, with implacable machine-like repetition. The power cycled up and down, intense and painful at its peak; and her arousal-flooded mind took the pain as fuel for stimulation just as happily as it took the pleasure.

A strong hand wrapped around her throat. Restrained as she was, the hand pressed inescapably against her neck, pushing her back against the wall she was bound to. The hand squeezed against her windpipe and carotids; not enough to threaten her breathing or blood supply, but enough to make its presence known. The other hand—

The other hand trailed fingertips lightly down her bare abdomen, across her pubic mound, and unceremoniously wrapped itself, dripping lubricant, around her small, painfully hard cock, and began stroking rhythmically.

Valerie thrashed against her bonds— for all her energy, not managing to disrupt any of the onslaught. Her mind was a blank roar of pleasure, indistinguishable from the white noise roaring in her ears.

Lucca didn’t merely coax her up to the brink and let her fall over it; Valerie was forced rapidly up to the peak and past it, the orgasms she had been denied over the previous hours — and days — cascading through her body seemingly all at once. She screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, muscles twitching and straining uncontrollably.

Sensation coursed through her body, tingling waves that raced down her limbs and out her fingers and toes, and just as quickly flooded back up.

Valerie’s first orgasm in nearly two weeks was not a single moment of release; it was a flood of pent-up desire and stress, which became a drowning tide as it crashed over her, subsided, and overwhelmed her again. It was impossible for her to keep count— there were no discrete events, no individual orgasms; the rise, and fall, and rise again was a waveform, continuous even in its peaks and valleys.

Lucca simply did not stop, and Valerie’s body went along with the unrelenting stimulation. Her mind was, at best, a bystander. She was a leaf caught in raging floodwaters. She struggled uselessly against the unforgiving steel that restrained her; she had no thoughts of escape or resistance, her muscles simply strained and pulled and flailed of their own accord.

The hands disappeared from her body, but the pulsing vibrations and buzzing e-stim continued, and they continued to wrench shuddering orgasms out of her body. As soon as her mind could form a coherent thought, a fragmentary fantasy, or the smallest concrete idea of what Lucca was doing to her, the rising edge of yet another peak scrubbed her mind empty again.

Lucca secured an additional restraint around her hooded forehead, tightly and rigidly pressing the back of her head against the wall, and holding her stationary. She orgasmed again, from the additional restraint stealing even that last bit of movement from her, and from the buzzing stimulation across her nipples cycling higher than ever before. Her mouth opened in a wordless, shuddering gasp.

Valerie felt a clamp-like squeeze on the fleshy part of her septum, a pause, and then a momentary stabbing pain. There was another pause, and another momentary spike of pain, the sensation like a brief but intense ache that she couldn’t process into anything comprehensible. She emitted a strangled sound that was scream, moan, and whimper all at once, and she orgasmed again. Her body could no longer differentiate pain from pleasure; whatever Lucca had done had hurt, and surprised her, and it tore another climax from her body. The pain subsided to a dull ache. Her eyes would have watered from the feeling if she were not already crying helplessly.

Lucca’s hands returned to her body, again, resuming the stroking that drove her insane, bordering on overstimulating, but Valerie would not have stopped Lucca even if she thought she could. Even as her mind screamed in shuddering, exhausted overwhelm, she welcomed each battering orgasm like a gift and a blessing. She did not try to resist; her shuddering and pulling against the steel restraints was purely autonomic.

After more time stroking and tearing orgasms out of whatever threadbare soul her body still held, Lucca’s hands left her again. They secured yet more restraints around her body, a new pair of steel bands just above and below her breasts, tighter than the cuffs she had started with, robbing her of another axis of motion. She orgasmed again as even the tiny iota of freedom she retained was stripped away from her. Lucca tightened these strips as she shuddered in exhale, and she found she couldn’t draw a full breath afterward.

She yearned to be freed and softly held just as much as she longed for Lucca to strap her down completely and rob every single muscle of every last millimeter of movement, and never let her go.

The e-stim cut off and she was left with only the vibrations of the plug, which continued to push her up and past successive peaks, more slowly but no less certainly. Lucca’s fingers worked at her nipples again, focusing first on her right. She felt the same intense squeeze that she had felt on her nose, which blazed again into intense pain. She tried to thrash and pull away from the pain, to no avail; she would have failed even before Lucca added more restraints. Her realization of her genuine helplessness against Lucca’s torments pushed her over the edge of orgasm again.

Lucca did whatever they did a third time, to her left nipple; teasing touches with their fingers that elicited moans, and anticipatory whimpers as those fingers departed and her nipple was squeezed, and then pinched, and then the tiny nova of pain, and then the dull ache.

After this third repetition, finally, Lucca stopped. They cut off the plug, and gently eased it out of her. Valerie could only hang limply in her restraints, it took all of the little conscious attention her mind could muster just to orchestrate her breathing, still tight and shallow against the steel around her chest.

They unlocked her restraints one by one. They stripped off the hood and blindfolds, and plucked the earplugs from her ears. Her eyes struggled to focus, and whatever sounds she could hear might as well have been noise, for all the sense she could make of them.

She had neither the strength nor the mental capacity to support herself; Lucca supported her, their strong arms holding her standing until the last restraint was removed, and then lifting her gently and carrying her to the bed.

Her nose and her nipples ached, still. Lucca lifted her head so that she could drink from a bottle of water they held, and she swallowed gratefully. As the cool, clean water eased her throat her body shuddered with an unexpected orgasmic aftershock; she gasped and arched her back against the bed. She collapsed into blissful limpness, every muscle relaxing like a puppet with its strings cut. The simple pleasure of that relaxation triggered another shuddering aftershock.

She managed to focus her eyes on Lucca. They were shining down at her with a look she never expected from the enby; a gently smiling pride. She didn’t understand why, and while she could shape the question in her mind, she couldn’t figure out how to turn it into human speech. She thought she might have been able to manage something simpler and more animalistic.

Lucca encouraged her to drink more water. They were stroking her hair, plastered with sweat. They, bafflingly, kissed her on the forehead. The gentleness of the contact made her shudder with another small orgasm. She looked up at them with wide-eyed perplexity.

Valerie had tried MDMA, once, with a friend of a friend in a dark, thumping, sweaty nightclub. She felt the same, then, laying there in post-orgasmic haze, her brain so flooded with serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins that she seemed incapable of experiencing anything but bliss.

“Wow..” she murmured, happy and proud that she had managed speech, however simple. “…fuck.”

Her nipples twinged with pain, and she looked down at them, her eyes finally obeying her mind enough to uncross and focus. Little metal spheres glinted from either side of each nipple, and little dots of crimson blood marked where the metal passed through fresh piercings. She carefully navigated one hand up to her nose where, with a wince, she found a small metal ring resting against her upper lip.

She sought Lucca’s face again, the confusion in her heart and mind plainly visible on her face.

“What..” but she couldn’t manage the rest of a question. She knew what she wanted to ask, but the complexity of turning the thought into speech, much less actually making the sounds, was too much.

Lucca stroked her head again, and rested their other hand reassuringly on her tummy.

“They’re your punishment,” they explained. “Reminders to follow the rules. Dana can take them out, if she wants. But you’re not allowed to, are you?”

Valerie shook her head gently.

“Good pet,” Lucca murmured to her.

Valerie knew that Lucca would not hold her to Dana’s protocols; she knew she could speak one of Lucca’s safe words and they would remove the steel they had pierced through her body.

She did not want to.