Chapter Eight
“So, my perfect one, how has your day been?” Titus paced behind her body.
She was numb, her bound arms and legs useless. Three times he’d tortured her—once against the wall where she was brutally whipped, and then her naked cunt was lucky to find a lover in the stone that pressed into her flesh. She orgasmed in a long, deep, grinding spasm as she transformed the pain to pleasure. Titus had been furious and proceeded to impale all of her holes—her cunt, ass and mouth with rods—until she felt like a stuffed pig. As she lay on a table in his dungeon, hogtied and trussed up, he ran sharp knife blades over her skin until she was a mass of quivering, anxious flesh. His demeaning eyes frightened her to her soul, every fibre in her believed him a deadly savage. Any moment, she exp
