"Beautiful," he breathes.

She gets the mace in her as deep as she can force it, and then pulls it out again, moaning at the way it tears her open. "Please, my lord—"

"Yes?"

"I - I want - I want you to fuck me with this thing - hurts so much - you'd make it better, I know you would - please -"

"Mm. No," he says, smiling. "Go on."

She whimpers. But she's pretty sure by now that he's just not in the mood to give her things she asks for.

He does like it when she asks for them, though.

"Please," she moans, fucking herself with the mace, feeling it rip her apart inside, feeling blood splatter her thighs with every thrust. "I want you, please my lord, I love the way you torture me, it's so good, please, please, I want you to hold me down and fuck me to shreds, I want you to fill me with stone like you did before, it was amazing, I want you to break me like that again - it's good, wrecking myself for you, I like it, but it's so much better when you do it -"

"I do so enjoy the way you beg."

"I'm glad, my lord. I like the way you look at me. I like being your torture-loving slut. Please, I want to be raped..."

"I could bring back your friend from the barracks," he suggests, smirking.

Niamira shudders, almost losing her grip on the mace. "Please don't, my lord."

"You'd like it, though. Wouldn't you."

She slows down, trying to find words.

"I - I belong to you, my lord, and I like that. I like being yours to use as you will. I like that you could kill me on a whim, I like that you can have me gang-raped, I like that you did. If you bring back the man who hates me and let him torture me and rape me and threaten me and abuse me, I'll enjoy it, because I enjoy that kind of thing even when I hate it. But what I want is for you to keep me all to yourself."

The mace is drenched in blood by now. She must be such an awful mess inside. It's thrilling to think about. If he doesn't heal her she could bleed to death, or be scarred for life.

He watches her for a long moment, and then says, "I'll save it for when you need punishing."

"Thank you, my lord."

"You can stop now."

She trembles gratefully and lets go. The mace stays lodged deep in her cunt. She closes her eyes.

"It's really something," he says, "how much you enjoy all this." A thoughtful pause, and, "Stand up."

She reaches—

"No, don't take it out. Just stand up."

She does. The mace digs into her shredded cunt when she moves, and dangles between her legs when she stands, slowly sliding out of her as its own weight drags it down. It hurts. Blood runs down her thighs in warm wandering trails. She shivers, and looks at him pleadingly.

He watches. When the mace finally falls, he dismisses the illusion.

"You bleed so beautifully," he murmurs.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you right now."

"I, I want you to fuck me, my lord. Please, I want your cock inside me, I want to feel the way it hurts..."

"I'm sure you do, my treasure. Come here and suck my cock."

She kneels at his feet, eager to obey. It won't be as good as feeling him fuck her shredded cunt, but it'll be something.

He tangles his hands in her hair and fucks her mouth for a leisurely few minutes, then spills his seed down her throat and pulls her head up to look at her.