They talked and sat at the same table sharing a meal becoming lost in each other as the evening progressed soon uncaring of the others and their clamouring. He led her away from the house into the darkness to the edge of the garden and there they shared an intimate joust, an exchange of desires that spoke of darker ones to come later. They returned to the house and the gathering, ignoring the looks and whispers that they got from the others both enamoured with each other to a point of singularity with only each other. They again sat at the tables, shared a drink, a laugh, his hand on hers, the soft caress of it, her eyes locked to his as they shared their darkly romantic moment amongst others. No one really recalled seeing them leave, but more along the lines of fading into the night lost in each other and their sweetly dark notions.

At first she did not struggle to much against the ropes and leather straps that held her in place in the dingy basement as after all they had played all night and had enjoyed such deep dark secrets of each other and had both risen to heights not imagined by either one, had shared such sweet tenderness and also such darker emotions as the night slipped by.

But now at this late hour as the sun crested the horizon there was a very noticeable fear in her eyes and on her soft features as he paced back and forth in front of her, naked to the waist his muscles hard and rippling as he spoke his voice soft and low spoke , his eyes diverting to the small hole between her feet then to her own eyes, finding a deeper pleasure as he looked at her seeing her fear growing with each passing minute as she listened to him and struggled with the ropes and restraints. He paced for several minutes more then stopped in front of her eyes roaming over the soft and sweet contours of her body bending to allow his tongue to lick and caress her nipple for the last time his finger sliding between her lips feeling the wetness and savouring the memory of the last few hours with this divine creature and all the sweet earthly pleasures he had taken from her as he slid his finger slowly back and forth over her wet erect clit his eyes on hers, seeing her mixture of fear & pleasure in her soft brown eyes as he slowly with drew his finger bringing it to his lips to taste as he stepped back looked her up and down one more time then brought his thumb down on the red button he held in his hand.

The first thing that happened was she looked at him wide eyed as she heard the “ snick “ as the circular metal hole in the floor between her bound feet opened up revealing a blackness. She tried to look down but the restraints were far to secure to allow that and she could only struggle as she heard it. He looked at her as she struggles more her muffled protests landing on deaf ears as he stepped closer now and pressed the red button again.

From below them they could hear a soft faint whirring sound a smile came across his face as he watched her struggle a more as the very shiny needle sharp point slid up from the black hole about a foot and stopped. He bent down and touched the tip feeling the deadly sharpness of it knowing with precision exactly how it would do its brutal painful magic on her. He stepped back a bit looked at her again then pressed the red button once again hearing the faint whirrrrrrrrr speed up a bit, watching as the long pointed pole slipped up from the blackness of the hole and then stopped scant inches from her swollen wetness as he stepped to her his fingers spreading her wet lips, his thumb pressing the button once, twice then a third time bringing the point up a bit more each time until the needle sharp tip came up and sat about an inch in between her lips. He watched as she struggled as she heard the whirring of the pole then watched as her soft brown eyes opened wide as the cold steel needles tip slipped between her lips and stopped.

He looked up at her with a smile savouring the utter look of fear in her soft brown eyes how she struggled with the ropes and restraints as she felt the cold steels tip nestled between her soft wet lips. He paced back and forth his eyes roaming over her knowing that a single press of the button would bring a slow defined agony to this sweet creature he had used and taken from and now was about to take the ultimate desire from. He stopped in front of her eyes on her then pressed the button again, a faint whirring sound was heard as the shiny pole started to turn at first ever so slow then picking up speed until it was whirring away. He watched her as she tried to move her head, her body struggling to writhe and twist in her bonds, the leather straps and rope doing the final job they were intended to, watched as her soft brown eyes flooded with hot tears of both shame and fear and a decided knowing.

He pressed the button again as he watched her as the pole now spinning at high rev started to move up, slowly the thin sharp point sliding between her wet lips, a smirk on his face as he sees the knowing in her eyes as the pole spins and moves into her turning the smoothness of the metal slick on her inner wetness, then stops 4 inches into her spinning, spinning, spinning.

Reaching up again he caressed her cheek the excitement in him mounting as he let his eyes roam over her pretty features that were now becoming twisted and torn with horror and panic. He savoured greatly how she writhed & twisted against the bonds that held her so firmly and with finality to the post, looked into her big brown eyes seeing and enjoying the sheer terror she was feeling and exhibiting, he was pleased with this one, pleased at how well she had opened herself to him and gave so freely to him, how well she had followed his directives over the course of the evening and had now fallen into the ending situation she was now in. Reaching up he again caressed her soft tear stained cheek smiled at her praising her for being the beauty she was then stepped back for the last time the smile on his face turning into a leering grin as he pressed the button, the whirring sound growing, her face etched in sheer horror as she now has a taste of the sharp pole and what it’s doing to her and will continue to do so. Her muffled screams and writhing’s sends the hot blood pouring into his thickness the pleasure again for him to enjoy of the girls suffering at his leisure.